Lana’s Point of View
“Am I impressive enough?” Christian asked with a small satisfied grin on his face, and I nodded, completely distracted by the food in front of me to employ logical reasoning.
First, I reached for the chips, and stuffing them in my mouth, a moan exploded from the back of my throat as the flavor melted against my tongue, and I munched on the chips greedily.
My eyes scanned through the table, looking for the next plate I was going to eat from.
I reached for the plate of deep-fried chicken, taking large bites from the different pieces on the plates, food dropping from my mouth as I chewed like a monster.
Christian smirked proudly, leaning back into the chair, his watchful gaze remained on me, satisfied that I was eating, and not caring that I was grabbing the food of
