(Harlow)
The next morning, I was dressed before Asher finished his coffee. I had chosen jeans and a fitted top because spending hours shopping in a dress sounded like a bad decision. My purse was packed, my phone was charged, and Tessa had already sent me three messages asking when we were leaving. Apparently I wasn't the only one excited to get out.
"You're leaving this early?"
I looked at Asher.
"We have important things to do."
"Shopping?"
"Exactly."
He gave me a look before drinking his coffee. I walked over and took the cup from his hand, stealing a drink before giving it back. His leg was getting better, but he still wasn't cleared to ride. I knew that irritated him more every day.
"Don't buy the whole f*****g store."
"Don't tell me how to live."
"I've seen your closet."
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