Hard For Him to Move On

As we arrived home, I headed straight to my room to sort through the new clothes we’d bought. It felt surreal to have so many new outfits.

I’d never had this much before, even when I was living alone. I happily folded each piece, admiring the various styles and colors. It was a luxury I wasn’t used to, but it felt nice.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I looked up to see Joaquin leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on his face.

"What's up?" I asked, returning his smile.

"I just wanted to see what you’re up to," he said, his eyes scanning the room. "Are you happy?"

I nodded, still smiling. "Yes, I’m happy. I feel very spoiled, actually."

"Good," he said, stepping inside and sitting on the edge of my bed. "You deserve it."

"I almost feel guilty about all of this," I admitted, folding another shirt. "But since you keep reassuring me that it’s alright, I thought maybe I could abuse you more financially."

Joaquin laughed, the sound rich and genuine. "It will never be an abuse