Devina was convinced she still had drugs in her system as the rest of the day unfolded like a scene from a movie.
Jacob had basically fed her breakfast in bed. Refusing to stop giving her bites to eat until he was actually convinced she had eaten enough and not when she declared she was full.
He had obviously caught on to her antics and was not pushing anything directly, but was also unwilling to let her get away with them while with him. Not making eye contact, not eating enough. There were more little habits that Devina wished she could change or at least better control, but he hadn't seen those yet. She was sure they were all the result of her, let's say, unusual childhood and poor choice of partners thus far, but what starts as a coping mechanism often becomes normal when you don't
