Towardthe discount section.
My hand darted forward, wrapping around her waist and stopping her in her tracks. “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked.
She huffed, turning to me. Her front was plastered against mine, and Ihad to exercise considerable restraint not to reach out and touch her further as the baser part of my brain was very pleased at her proximity.
“I’m going to pick out an item or two, isn’t that what you wanted?” she asked, cocking her head to the side in confusion.
“Not from the back.” I shook my head. Why was she headed straight for the discount section? Everyone knew that was where the worst quality stuff was. Flora deserved the nice, luxury items they had up front.
“It’s cheaper back there…” She trailed off, giving me a look as if to sayobviously.
“It’s also worse quality,” I pointed out.
“It’s what I can afford, and I like that stuff!” she hissed, giving me a death glare.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “That was only half the truth.”
She squirmed under my gaze. “You insisted we go shopping. Now you're complaining about what I’m choosing.”
“You haven’t chosen anything yet,” I pointed out.
“So let me, then.”
“I will. But not from the bargain section.”
“Well, that’s what I want to buy.” She crossed her arms, stubbornness overtaking her face.
If she wanted a battle, I wasmorethan happy to meet the challenge. She was headstrong, but I was as much, if not more so.
“I want you to pick out somequalityitems.”
“The stuff at the backisgood quality! It’s just not ultra fancy high thread count and such,” she said, her hands resting on her hips.
The urge to grin was almost overwhelming. It was rare someone decided to go toe-to-toe with me, and deep down, I fucking loved that Flora was comfortable enough to sass me.
“Okay,” I said, holding my hands up in surrender, “You go buy whatever you want…” I trailed off, moving away to grab a shopping cart.
Flora’s triumphant expression faltered when I started grabbing luxury throws and tossing them into the cart.
“Spencer! What are you doing?” she hissed.
“Shopping,” I said simply.
“Wait—no!” She picked up the fluffy throw from the cart and shoved it back on the shelf, turning to shoot me another withering look.
I grinned in return.
“The choice is yours, princess. You can buy a few high-quality items, or I'm going to buyplentyof them.”
“Has anyone ever told you you're a complete ass?” Flora hissed.
I considered for a moment. “My pack mates do on a regular basis. I like it, it keeps me humble.”
Flora snorted. “You are many things, Spencer, but humble is not one of them.”
“That’s a matter of opinion,” I quipped. “Now, are you going to shop sensibly, or am I going to doallthe shopping?”
She stared at me for a moment, her gaze full of venom.
