Matt was well aware you were addicted to shopping. The stack of bags and boxes in your shared bedroom spoke volumes about that. He even joined sometimes, insisting you use his card instead of your own.

But he loved when you went alone. Not because he didn't want to spend time with you, far from it actually. When you went shopping, you usually bought a shirt or pants that were a size too small on accident.

Most of the time, you noticed and returned them. But today when you walked through the door with a new white sweater, he could tell it was too tight. But you didn't. "Hey, baby, how was your day?" He grinned as his eyes wandered.