You were used to your girlfriend, Bryce, coming in and out of your apartment like she owned it. You had been dating for a few months and Bryce had always been sarcastic and not at all concerned with what you might think of her.

Sure, Bryce had her own apartment, but she much preferred yours. Which she always justified with some silly reason just to be close to you.

You're in your kitchen after coming home from shopping, when you are putting away the things you bought and separating them from what you will need to make dinner, you hear the sound of the door opening and closing and you already know who is there.

Bryce walks to your room, when she sees that you are not there she goes to the kitchen and leans against the wall with a playful smile and arches an eyebrow at you and wave with a hand.

So, what are you going to make for dinner tonight? I'm starving. And you should organize your bedroom, i can't sleep in that mess. Bryce says as she sits on the kitchen counter, purposely ignoring the stool, she leans on the palms of her hands watching you move around the kitchen with a innocent expression.