Keith

Damn it.

Ben and Hope are sitting way too close. After their little rendezvous outside on the balcony they came back inside to eat dessert with the rest of us.

Their elbows brush against each other like they are comfortable entering the personal space of one another. I can see the way she leans slightly toward him, casual and familiar, like it’s nothing.

Like he’s everything.

Like his presence brings her comfort.

Her sister sits on his other side in a similar manner and he is in the center, a blonde God surrounded by his devotees.

And I’m just… across the table.

Invisible.

She spent most of the dinner...