A spree!

As you walk across the threshold of the store it's like a monster has overcome you. You're working from rack to rack of clothes, checking tags and appraising fabric and materials. You had no idea what you were doing, it was as if you were working on pure instinct. Tom watches and any time he attempts to give an opinion you throw up a hand to shush him. He could not possibly understand this process, it's a girl thing after all. After what seems like a few moments to you and an eternity to him you hold a beat stack of clothes over your arm.

"Tom, bae, could you like, wait outside the dressing room? I wanna make sure they fit just perfect for you."

His ears perk up and he follows you to the dressing room. You step inside, not without a quick run of your hand across his chest, and begin shedding off your tshirt and shorts.