in your relationship with jay, one of the rules he set for you was: no paying for anything.

he would always be the one buying things for you, whether it was something as little as food. he found joy in spoiling you-buying you everything you wanted and ultimately seeing you happy.

you genuinely felt grateful having a boyfriend who didn't dare to let you spend a penny on anything. but sometimes, you couldn't help but wonder why he did all of this for you. could it just simply be out of love?

you took him to the mall with you, only planning on window shopping and maybe buying a new lip gloss-bad idea.

after spending nearly two hours at the mall, jay's hands are occupied by bags of everything he bought for you. you practically begged him to let you carry something, and to even pay just once, but he didn't let you.

inside the bags, it mainly consisted of makeup, skincare, perfume, heels, and clothes. he swiped his card each time like it was nothing. he definitely spent more than one grand already, but that didn't faze him one bit.

— "baby, you can come in now!" you said from the dressing room stall, staring at your beautiful figure wearing an expensive black silk dress that jay picked for you.

he slowly opens the door, and the minute he sees you, his eyes slightly widen. his breath gets caught in his throat, plainly at the sight of his girlfriend looking like the goddess of beauty herself.

— "i-it's... beautiful." he stops just to admire you, before finishing his sentence. your cheeks flush at his compliment, a small smile tugging at your lips. "you're beautiful."

he stands behind you, his hands resting on your hips as he watches your eyes revere the way the fabric hugs your body. you turn around to face him, reaching up to plant a delicate kiss to his lips.

— "i love it," you say, staring at his eyes that glisten with something much more than adoration and love.

— "i'll buy it then," he replies calmly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while his other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you close to him.

— "it's fine, you already bought so much for me today," you insisted, but you should've known that it wouldn't change his mind.

— "c'mon, you deserve it. you look gorgeous.”

a smile plasters his face when he takes one more look at you wearing the dress. he could seriously stare at you in it forever.

— "jay, seriously. it's okay," you push, but all he does is gently pull your head against his chest, while he kisses the top of your head. "shh, it's on me."

you melted in his touch, his kisses and words of affirmation making you forget about everything else. "what else are you gonna wear for our trip to paris?" he cups your face, thumb caressing your cheek.

— "i have ten more dresses at home-wait..."

you start, before finishing, "trip to paris?" you didn't even register the words that came out of his mouth. Instead, your brows furrowed in confusion as you try to remember any time he's mentioned a trip to paris.

— "ah, guess i spoiled it," he chuckles, flashing his charming smile. "i planned a trip for us to go to paris in two weeks. i just... wanted to buy you one more dress so you could wear it there."

you almost felt your eyes welling with tears, but it wasn't out of sadness-it was pure joy. "jay... why do you do all of this? i mean, don't you ever get tired of spending so much on me?"

his brows furrow, his heart aching at your words and at the sight of your glassy eyes. "never, i promise. you're worth every penny, darling." he tilts your chin up just slightly so he can kiss your lips, before trailing the kisses to your cheeks.

your heart warmed at his response, and you couldn't help but consider just how lucky you were to have him.

— "let's buy it now, hm?" he says in between the kisses on your cheek, making you giggle.

— "okay."

and with the 10th swipe of his card that day, the dress was all yours-including everything else he bought you, and that trip to paris.