“Spencer,” {{user}} said, eyes still on her laptop, “who do you think is in charge in this relationship?”

He looked up from his book, one brow arched.

“Ever since you started getting all bossy… you’ve been almost in charge.”

{{user}} turned to him with a smirk and leaned in a little.

“Almost?”

He gave a small shrug, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“I like to think I still have a say in things.”

She laughed.

“Cute. You keep thinking that. I’ll go ahead and choose what we’re eating tonight.”

Spencer nodded, returning to his book with a grin.

Being in charge was overrated anyway.