Don't Explain

six.

The morning light streamed through the curtains, warming the room as I stirred awake. Prince was already sitting up in bed, a playful smile on his face. "Good morning," he said, stretching his arms. "How do you feel about going shopping today?"

My heart raced at the idea. "I'd love that!" I replied eagerly, throwing off the covers and jumping out of bed. The thought of spending the day with him, exploring the shops, and indulging in a little retail therapy sent a thrill through me.

I quickly got dressed, throwing on a cute outfit that felt just right for a day out—something casual yet stylish. After a few minutes, I was ready to go. Prince was already dressed in his signature cool style, looking effortlessly chic, and I couldn't help but admire him.

We stepped out of the hotel and strolled down the bustling streets of Manhattan, the city alive with energy. The aroma of fresh bagels wafted through the air, and my stomach grumbled at the thought. "Let's grab some bagels on the way," I suggested, and he nodded, leading the way to a nearby deli.

Once we had our bagels in hand—mine slathered with cream cheese and lox—we continued our walk, chatting and laughing. The morning felt light and carefree, a beautiful contrast to the complexities of our relationship.

As we reached the shops, I was delighted by the variety of stores lining the street. But Prince had other plans. "First stop, Louis Vuitton," he declared with a grin. I was surprised but excited as we stepped into the luxurious boutique.

Prince walked through the store with an air of confidence, his presence commanding attention. He picked up several pieces, glancing at me to gauge my reaction. Finally, he zeroed in on a stunning piece of LV luggage. "You need a way to take your new stuff back, right?" he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I could hardly contain my excitement. "Are you sure?" I asked, half in disbelief.

"Absolutely," he said, waving off my concern. "Consider it a little something for our day together."

He approached the counter, and before I knew it, the sales associate was carefully wrapping the beautiful luggage in soft tissue and handing it over to Prince.

With my new luggage in tow, I felt like I was floating on air. The rest of the day unfolded in a delightful whirlwind of shops, laughter, and little moments that felt perfect. I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to be sharing this experience with him, my heart swelling with happiness at each new treasure I picked up.

After a few hours of wandering through the high-end shops and collecting new additions to my wardrobe, Prince suggested a stop that made my heart skip a beat. "Let's check out something more... intimate," he said, his voice low and teasing as he gestured toward a lingerie boutique on the corner. The store's windows showcased delicate lace and silk, hinting at the luxurious treasures within.

I smiled, intrigued by the idea. "Lead the way," I replied, my voice playful.

We stepped into the shop, where the atmosphere was serene and elegant, the racks filled with the most exquisite pieces I had ever seen—delicate lace bralettes, satin robes, and intricate corsets, all in shades that ranged from soft pastels to bold, sultry blacks.

Prince took the lead, scanning the displays with an appreciative eye, picking up a few pieces as we wandered around. He handed me a few items to try on—silk bras, lace panties, and a gorgeous red set that instantly caught my eye. "This one's a must," he said with a grin, clearly enjoying himself.

I tried on everything he picked out, twirling in front of the mirror and watching his reaction. Each time I stepped out of the dressing room, his eyes lit up, and I could tell he was enjoying this just as much as I was. He never hesitated to add more to the growing pile, as if money were no object.