Gifts

My guy was sweet to offer to split the hotel room rate the other weekend. On the second day, he came over to my hotel room and remembered.

"Let me pay before I forget," he said, taking out his wallet.
"It's okay. You don't have to," I said to him.
"Yes, I do. How come you don't want me to pick up my fair share?" he asked me.
"You got me gifts," I indicated, looking at the cookbook and cute plush owl.
"I will always buy you gifts," he said, sweetly.

He spoils me. He truly is my gift.