I made a choking sound. “I need you to stop speaking.”
“No.”
“Why do you keep saying no like a villain?”
“Because it works.”
Unfortunately, it did.
We arrived at an upscale shopping center where everything gleamed like it had been polished by rich people personally.
I stepped out and looked up at the building.
“Adrian let's go back”
“We’ve moved past that stage,” Adrian said, coming around the car.
“I can’t afford to breathe in here.”
“You’re not paying.”
“That sentence continues to be the problem.”
He guided me inside with a hand at my back that was light, brief, and somehow impossible to ignore.
The shoe store looked like heaven if heaven had marble floors and intimidating lighting.
An attendant hurried over, smile brightening noticeably when she saw Adrian.
“Welcome back,
