Elliott flirts with Amelia

Elliott leaned back against the cluttered table, reaching into a small drawer and pulling out a joint. He flicked a lighter to life and lit it. “Want to take the edge off?” he asked.

“Sure, why not?” Amelia said. She took the joint from Elliott and drew a long drag before inhaling deeply. She offered it to May, who took it. Weed, when her husband wasn’t around, helped to take the edge off.

Elliott watched them with a raised eyebrow. “So, what exactly is she doing here, then?” he asked, nodding toward Amelia.

“Oh, you know. I’m just a messy bitch who lives for drama,” Amelia said. May wanted to disapprove, but she couldn’t help but smile.

Elliott laughed, shaking his head. “So, what’s the verdict? What’s the drama here? You came all the way back to tell me it was great?”

May sighed, feeling the haze of the smoke settle over her. “It was great. The best I’ve had in years,” she admitted. Her hands rubbed up and down her thighs. “But I shouldn’t keep doing this. Can you keep a secret?”

He sighed. “Sure. I promise, no one will hear a word of it.”

May took a deep breath, the air thick with uncertainty. “I’m going to talk to Roger… about our marriage. It’s been a long time since I felt anything like this, and I can’t pretend that what happened between us was just a mistake. But I don’t know how to bring it up.”

Elliott sighed. His gaze flicked to Amelia. “What about you? You got a man?”