Another day — another spoiling. It was the same every weekend, he’d take you out and spoil you endlessly, buying you whatever you wanted without a moment’s hesitation.

He waited outside the changing room, his hands tucked into his pockets until you finally let him in, “hey, how’s—“ his words were cut short at the sight of your choice of clothing, his eyes wide and eyebrows high as he quickly shut the door behind him, “wow… you’re testing me aren’t you?”