**Quinn's POV**

"Open your mouth once again," Grayson ordered.

I shook my head slowly. My stomach couldn't handle any more food, it was completely full after eating ten plates of meat.

If Grayson kept pushing, I think I might throw up.

"Come on Quinn, we need to hurry before the restaurant closes." He kept shoving the meat into my mouth, which I had closed tightly.

It was indeed about to close. We only realized that when the manager told us that we were the only customers left who hadn't left ...