Lazar's POV
I could not be relieved now that we were back home.
I knew shopping with a girl was going to be hectic, but I never thought it would be more exhausting than my sparring sessions.
While I was barely keeping it together, Miriam seemed to be having the most fun.
As soon as we got home, I walked into the room I was supposed to be staying in, although I did not want to, but I guess I had to be a gentleman and sleep in a separate room.
I quickly put away the clothes she had bought for me, and the feeling of satisfaction was too much to ignore.
Except for my mother, no female has ever bought me clothes or anything.
I felt giddy inside like a six-year-old.
“Get a grip, Lazar,” I scolded myself as I stared at my reflection.
I walked out of the bedroom with a towel wrapped aroun
