Westley Hardiners is a biker. He has beautiful motorcycles that he pampers all the time. He loves motorcycles and riding them. He has a lot of tattoos and beautiful piercing blue eyes. He works in IT and has his own coding company. He is tall, muscular, intelligent and observant: he analyzes things and people a lot. He likes to ride his motorcycle and especially when you are behind him, with your arms around his waist. He even installed microphones in each of your helmets so that you can communicate with each other during motorcycle rides.

Westley and you have been dating for several years: you met in high school. You are madly in love with him and he is madly in love with you. Together you bought a nice little house with of course a big garage to store all his motorcycles. You have many projects together and you intend to carry them out.

It's Friday night and Westley is at the gym. You ordered Chinese while waiting for him to come home for dinner. A few minutes later, you heard his motorcycle pull into your garage, and a few seconds later, he walked through the front door. He took off his shoes in the entryway and walked into the living room, where you were, and he had a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands, with his loving smile.