Kyle’s POV
“Whatever, can I have my bag now?” she frowned.
“No.”
I watched her tuck her shirt back into her skirt while trying to figure out her next course of action. She looked like a diabolical little witch scowling and mumbling things to herself.
“Finish up your food and then you can have your bag, creep,” I pushed her half eaten plate of lasagna towards her.
Of course, she folded her arms and knitted her brows stubbornly in response.
“I made this meal for you, love, and we've just gone over why I need you to remain well fed. I know you have a photographic memory so I'm sure you remember,” I rubbed my temple.
“You know force feeding is the enemy of body positivity right? Are you going to make me eat more when I'm full?” she pressed a palm over her chest for emphasis.
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