I winked, “Come on.”
Then I steered us inside of Target.
Fifteen minutes later, I was frowning, “Why the fuck are you checking the prices of shit?”
Because that was the sixth time she had done that. And I didn’t get it. Didn’t she get that since I told her we were going to the store that I was paying?
And I knew that she didn’t get it when she responded.
She lifted a brow, “That’s what you're supposed to do to make sure you get the best deal.”
It was my turn to lift a brow, “You get that I’m paying, right?”
“Grey,” she whispered.
“You like that candle?” I asked.
She bit her lip, I glared, she snickered, then sighed and nodded.
I winked, “Then get it.”
“Grey, I...” she started, but stopped at my glare.
“The moment I learned of you, I stated my intentions towards you. But let me break it down. You will be mine as soon as you're ready to claim me. That means, as mine, you don’t pay for shit. You don’t open your own doors. You don’t pour your own drinks. You don’t carry anything heavy. And you are damn sure not to bat an eye at spending my money. Cause I ain’t had anyone to really spend it on. It’s sitting there. It’s been sitting there for this moment in time. For you to come along and buy shit, take it to my place, that will be our place, and put your stamp on our house.”
I knew I just laid a lot at her feet, and judging by the way her eyes were wide, I moved.
I carefully took the candle out of her hand and placed it in the cart, then I wrapped my arm around her waist and steered her further down the aisle.
She dazedly pointed.
I grabbed it.
Thirty minutes later, we were checking out when she shared, “As my man, you won't have to worry about me stepping out on you. As my man, you won’t have to worry about where I’ve been or where I’m going. As my man, I’ll get up and make you breakfast if you have to leave me early in the morning. As my man, you’ll get lovins as many times as you want it.”
I winked, “Where do I sign up?”
“Girl, can you make a sign-up sheet for both of you?” Our cashier asked.
I burst into laughter while Kimber started giggling, then she too burst into laughter.
I shook my head, “Can’t sorry. I don’t share, and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t either.”
I looked at Kimber, who winked in confirmation.
The moment we were back home, I knew she had taken my words to heart, because she only stared at me for a minute or two as I started to grab the bags, then she headed to the house and unlocked the front door.
I carried the bags inside and set them on the island, then said, “Let’s go put your stamp on the house, baby.”
And we did.
Candles.
Towels.
Pajamas.
Slippers.
