“Truth or dare is a game that should be banned at gatherings!” I shouted, my voice trembling with rage.
Lewis immediately pulled me into a hug, stroking my hair again. “I see how disappointed you are, and I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. Forgive me, okay? You know I love you.”
He grinned, teasing me. “You can even kiss me to get rid of the kiss marks on my lips.”
I pushed him away, my voice sharp. “No need. I’m hungry.”
I walked to the dining table, grabbed a glass of water, and sipped it while still sobbing. Lewis followed me, sitting close and flashing his usual charming smile.
“Should I feed you? What do you want to eat first?” he offered.
I glared at him. Even when I noticed the bite marks on Lewis’ lips, my anger flared hotter.
"I can eat by myself. I'm 20 years old," I snapped.
Lewis smirked, barely holding back a chuckle. "Right, right, you're an adult."
He had always seen me as the 13-year-old kid who used to trail after him everywhere.
His constant spoiling of me, while occasionally annoying, was something I had come to accept as his way of showing affection.