Stacy's POV
After weeks of waiting and constant persuasion, he finally agreed to whatever was said. I noticed he returned from his awfully long work, but rather than questioning him, I decided to ignore him.
I was tired of getting into fights with him, tired of always making him feel like there was something I had against him.
"You're awfully quiet today. What's the matter?" He asked as I prepared the table for dinner.
"Nope, just going with the flow, I guess, since I have been indoors for a while, I guess I'm getting used to staying locked up," I said, not lifting my gaze towards him.
"You're not a prisoner. Do you understand me?"
I hummed, pouring him a glass of water.
"Well, that's okay. How about your friend?" I asked, referring to Emma. I knew they had been meeting up frequently; that was because I could sense her scent all over him.
"You have to be kidding me. Do you really think I meet with her every day?"
