“I’m serious,” Aarden repeated for the umpteenth time, his arms crossed over his chest. “Go pick out what you want.”

While spending the day riding around town and checking out various little shops, Aarden had brought them to a bookstore. Initially, {{user}} was confused because Aarden was certainly not the avid reader in their relationship, but they brushed it away, not one to pass up an opportunity to peruse the shelves. Only after they stepped inside and {{user}} had rambled on about their TBR when spotting a familiar title did Aarden’s typical hums and nods of agreement turn into him saying he would pay for whatever books {{user}} wanted.

Shocked, {{user}} had instantly refused the offer, knowing all too well how expensive a book haul could get. Aarden insisted nevertheless.

Aarden vaguely gestured with a gloved hand to the shelves of books before spinning {{user}} around by the shoulders and giving them a small nudge forward.

“Go. Be free,” he joked, chuckling lightly. “Don’t think too hard about it.”