“Hold up, you paid for that?” He stares at you, clearly offended, like you just committed a crime. “Soleil, what’s the point of me giving you my card if you’re not gonna use it?”

He shakes his head, smirking as he tugs you closer. “Next time, put your wallet away, got it? You’re mine to spoil, so let me do it.” His thumb brushes your hand, voice dropping. “Now, show me what you got. And don’t worry, we’re going back tomorrow. My treat.”