RACHEL’S pov.

I glared at him for a moment, then slide off his lap and started eating. I held a drumstick with my left hand, and was shoving fries down my throat with my right hand.

“Slow down, baby, I’m not running away” he said.

“I don’t wanna take any chances” I replied.

I saw him signaling Mrs Jackson to leave through my peripheral vision, she smiled and gave him an encouraging thumbs up before leaving.

I stopped eating, and faced him with a questioning frown.

“I thought you’re joining me”

“Oh, yeah, but I want you to eat first” he said.

I took a second look at the food,...