Chapter 5

Finlay was way stronger than me, and I knew I couldn't win this fight, so I just opened the door.

Once inside, he quickly locked the door behind him and dropped the food onto the table.

"Eating this late is bad for your stomach," he said, but still started unwrapping the chocolate for me.

I plopped down in the chair and started devouring the pasta.

Finlay simply sat there, watching me with a soft, warm smile. When I finished eating, he put on a pitiful face, his eyes big and puppy-like, like he was a spoiled little pup.

"I admit…