"But this... this is who I am Sky. This is how I was born. Raised. Lived. Do not expect me to not buy you shit. Just be pretty for me and let me spend the money. You can be the sugar daddy in title. I don't... mind." His voice went lower and lower until he got to the last word.
His eyes flicked up. Sky's expression was unreadable—like he was on the edge of amusement and something deeper. Something softer. Chris caught the way Sky's lips twitched like he was fighting a grin, and it filled his chest with a strange, expanding warmth.
"I get what you mean," Sky murmured finally, his fingers finding Chris's and lacing them together with a kind of casual intimacy that somehow felt more dangerous than anything else. "But... just slow down, okay? This is sweet. You're sweet. But I don't need you emptying out shops or whatever just because you can. I'm not... used to this. But I appreciate it. I really do. And bringing us out here too…"
