29. Don't you knock?

MICHEAL Alison had been acting weird this morning. She seems more...cuddly? I don't know how to describe it, but she is clinger than usual. Was it because she was at my parents' house? But it's not like I told her to show more PDA in front of them! "Baby, you got to try a piece of this omelet your mom made. So delish!" Alison said. "I know. I have the same omelet on my plate, so you don't need to feed it to me," I said and chuckled uncomfortably. "But it tastes even better when I feed it to you. Say, ahh!" she cooed and practically shoved it in my mouth. I couldn't help but be conscious of Jacob staring at us. He was chewing his food slowly while watching this very uncomfortable interaction between Alison and me. I wondered what he was thinking about. "Doesn't it taste so much better in the hands of your lovely girlfriend?" Alison asked and batted her eyelashes. Jeez, what was her deal? "Um...I guess?" I replied. Alison moved closer to me, so I shifted in my seat. I felt her hand on my