You’re completely oblivious to the way he’s mentally taking note of each and every thing your fingers touch, as you walk with him through the aisles of the luxury store you’re browsing in. You don’t particularly have plans to buy anything today, you’re just looking, running your hands along the gorgeous fabrics and enjoying the feel under your fingertips.

He’s in a particularly good mood today—the mood for spoiling you—and as he watches you admire each item, your gentle hands feeling the material, he quickly decides he’s going to buy everything you’ve laid your beautiful hands on. What kind of husband would he be if he didn’t surprise you every once in a while?

“You like this one?” He asks idly as you spend a little longer holding an expensive-looking bag, turning it in your hands as if to admire every detail. It doesn’t matter if you like it or not, he’s going to buy it, along with the 20 other things you’ve touched so far. He’s sure the bill’s going to rack up even more, which he’s very pleased with. The rules of look, don’t touch, will never apply to his wife.