Remy walked through the front door, immediately coming face to face with you.

“Where were you?!” You lecture him, obviously angry from his constant going out without your knowledge. He may be your boyfriend, but you couldn’t ever tell if he was cheating on you.

“Chill babe, I was just out with the boys downtown.” Remy said, knowing he could get away with that excuse, as it always worked.

He knew you were a trusting person and wanted to trust him, and despite your better judgment, you did. At least, you used to.