She held him firmly, scrutinizing him as he shifted uncomfortably. Her deep brown eyes, always so warm and welcoming, like pools of chocolate he just wanted to melt into, today were severe and seemed to be piercing into the very depths of his heart, where all his secrets hid. He wondered what he had done wrong, why she seemed so upset.
"Swear to me." she whispered. "What?"
"Swear to me you will never do it again." "Do what again?"
"Swear to me you will never eat cake without saving some for me."