"I couldn't decide on an outfit in Chicago right away so I picked up a few options. Davis ended up bringing them home with you in the car."
"You bought all of these?" It wasn't a full wardrobe by any means, but if the five-hundred-dollar blouse he bought me in Chicago was any indication, these few items cost more than my entire wardrobe in my apartment.
Vincent chuckles as I reach out and touch one of the silky fabrics. "I figured it'd be worth my time to have appropriate clothing on hand." I don't miss the way he emphasizes appropriate as if that is his motivation.
A week or so ago I may have believed it, but I'm smarter now and starting to figure out he likes my clothing a little more than he'd admit, but maybe he also likes to see me in something he picked out. My hand floats over th
