(Nick)
What the f*ck?! How the hell did she know about my big bike? he asked himself.
He leaned against the headboard. He didn't usually get surprised that could make him lost for words but when he met Stacey very often her questions or comments left him speechless . And he had to really think deeply about a lot of things concerning her and their relationship. She had really changed him in many ways. Strange as it might seems, he was beginning to like it. She was actually a good influence. She had been very vocal that she didn't approve of how he spent his money. She sounded like a typical girlfriend or even a wife. He liked that very much. He knew she was may concerned about him.
"What?" he asked her with furrowed brows.
Stacey also sat on the bed.
"Sorry honey I went to the other room and opened your drawers. I saw your magazines and your motorcycle's key." she confessed and he raked his fingers through his hair .
"Are you angry? I'm sorry honey." she apologized.
