And I’m not gonna fool myself. Sex is not what kept her away from him. I’m sure he left her satisfied.
He hugs Senna, his lips brushing her cheek, his hands holding hers tenderly, his gesture telling me so much about their long history together.
His eyes are warm, with no trace of flirting.
He brings his gaze to me, sending me a clear message. He’s not gonna mess with what is mine.
He likes me, and I can’t deny it. I like him too.
We all get seated and focus on the birthday girl.
As the night progresses, we relax, the food and wine making the atmosphere enjoyable.
Jokes float around, and laughter hovers over the table.
Senna’s eyes sparkle with joy, while Harper’s beam with love for Abel.
Her man enjoys everything with undeniable class.
I sense Senna’s stare a couple of times, especially when I interact with Abel.
After dinner, he invites us to his place for drinks.
We end up in a beautiful house not far from Senna’s place. Judging by the way her eyes scan his home, I can tell she’s never been here before.
It’s not the neat, sophisticated decor that baffles her. I suspect she never knew they were practically neighbors.
He brings our drinks to the table as we all settle in the lounge area, not far from the pool.
As the night unfolds, we engage in a conversation that spans a variety of topics, revealing Harper’s love for literature and Abel’s passion for the animal charity.
Soon, Harper starts cuddling in Abel’s arms, and I motion to Senna while rising to my feet.
They both push out of their chairs as well.
Abel and I shake hands while Senna hugs Harper goodbye.
Moments later, we slip out the door and climb into my car. We drive back in silence.
“You had fun?” I ask after a while.
“Yes,” she says in a soft, nostalgic voice.
“What happened?”
She brings her eyes to me and smiles.
“Nothing.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing.”
She shrugs, glancing out the window again.
“I’m happy for them.”
“Me too,” I say, slipping a subtle undertone.
She laughs.