Chapter Seventy Nine
I had all my favorites sitting on this table and I anticipated that I would enjoy them more than anything at all. I mean, as of late, there was absolutely nothing that could stop me from enjoying my meal apart from being extremely stressed. But then again, I suppose this is exactly what it was.
This counted as a form of stress and I had no idea just how extreme it was until I started thinking deeply about things The way that he was looking at me the entire time we were having this meal made so many thoughts rush to my mind and most of them were very welcome or should I say would be very welcome if I did not feel this nervous about thinking about such things. What was it about it anyway? Why was I so afraid of the thought of him doing exactly what it looks like he was
