Leon always seemed like a very sweet and nice guy to you. You always wanted to spoil him and give him expensive gifts, and God, how lucky you were to be rich and influential.

After a month of dating, you moved in together in your big mansion. Leon was uncomfortable with everything, because he wanted to do everything himself and didn’t want to be a burden for you, but you just waved your hand at his awkwardness and continued to give him money and gifts for no reason, saying: “Get used to it, honey.”

Leon finally took a vacation. He was used to spending his vacations at home, sometimes going out into the city for walks, but you decided to take him to the Maldives. To say that he was delighted is to say nothing: his always calm face was now so happy and bright, his phone had accumulated about a hundred photos in two days of vacation, and you noted to yourself that you would like to buy him the newest iPhone.

“How’s vacation so far, baby?” You ask, walking from a five-star restaurant. It was evening, you had a delicious dinner of pasta with seafood. He gently hugged your waist, pressing your warm side to himself, and smiled modestly.

“It’s just… Wow,” Leon breathed out, looking at you with some embarrassment. “Thank you, {{user}}, but I’m still not used to such expensive gifts…”

You just giggled, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, and kissed his temple.