I'm still embarrassed that I did that instead of acting mature and just telling him everything; I guess old habits die hard. I fixed my strapless nightgown and wore it for days.

My face was resting on my knees and I was sort of relaxing myself when I noticed the spoon full of rice and Derrick sucking on it.

"Come on eat, I know you keep on rejecting your meals," he says.

I took it with my mouth. It appears to be tasteless, so I had a hard time chewing and swallowing. I feel like there is something disgusting inside my mouth.

"You can spit it out," Derrick said, as...