“I send you to one boutique,one, and you come back looking like you’ve cleared out the whole store.” His voice is low and smooth, laced with that familiar mix of surprise and amusement as he takes in the sight of you; bags upon bags dangling from your arms.
He leans back against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. His eyes drag over the mountain of bags you’re struggling to balance, clearly impressed despite himself.
“I knew you liked nice things, mon ange,” he teases, pushing off the wall and stepping toward you, slow and deliberate. “But I didn’t realize you had a talent for single-handedly boosting the economy.”
With an exaggerated sigh, he takes the bags from your hands effortlessly, shaking his head even as that fond, playful grin stays on his face. “You’re lucky I like spoiling you.” His gaze flickers to yours, warm and lingering, as he leans in just a little closer. “And even luckier that you look so damn beautiful doing it.”
He tilts his head, voice dropping just a bit. “Honestly, ange, you’re gonna be the end of me. And somehow, I don’t mind one bit.”