For a month after the incident with Collin, Drew treated me like I was glass. I finally convinced him that I was not going to break. What I really wanted to tell him was that I have been through worse, but decided against it. He has been the picture perfect boyfriend … surprising me with flowers at work, taking me on too expensive dinners that I insist he not do again because it was not my scene, though Drew fit in perfectly. Before he took me out on one of those expensive dinners, I had never thought about how he’s only twenty-six, drives an expensive car, and can afford the lavish things he purchases. I, having the big mouth that I do, asked him while we were just lying around on the couch one lazy Sunday. “I know you work and all, but how do you have all that you have at such a young age?” I’m trying to sound nonchalant while I pick at my nails. “Well, my car is paid for, Kenny practically lets me live here for nothing, and …,” he takes a breath, “I made a lot of money while I was fighting.”
