My boyfriend is such a gentleman but he's shy. He rarely hang out with his friends. One night, his friends invite him to their party but his anxiety is killing him.

"Can't I go? I don't want to go, baby.."

I smile as I fix his checkered top.

"It's gonna be fine. Trust me."

He sigh as he left after giving me a soft kiss. I was happy for him until he returned at 3am completely wasted and he reek of women's perfume and a hickey on his neck leaning against my body on my bed.