He walked over to my closet, scanning the clothes and then looking back over at my list. “Well, I suppose wear whatever you want. The first item doesn’t require a certain outfit.” He commented wistfully. I stepped up, and grabbed a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and a black off the shoulder long sleeve shirt. Throwing them on quickly, and bending to find my vans to slip on.
I turned to face him, “Okay, I’m ready to go.” He held out his arm for me to take, I ignored the gesture and walked toward the front door to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice had a hint of sarcasm.
“I’m going outside to leave? Are we not beginning the to do list?” I questioned.
He smiled, “Yes Darling, but I never said how I would be completing your tasks.” He held his arm out again. I was so c
