And then he stole me some flowers

The Prince gave me a ride home from work last night but he was a dick about it the entire time. Why? Because instead of getting to stay home with me, his boss had insisted that he drop me off and then go back to work to do some overtime.

When he dropped me off, he uttered an "I love you", to which I was like:

"I love you too, but I like you a little less when you take your work frustrations out on me."

The Prince backed his Jeep out of the driveway and went back to work without saying anything.

Colour me unimpressed.

Anyway, about three hours later there was a knock on our apartment door. I opened it to find my Prince standing there with his bottom lip in a pout, his eyes wide and apologetic. He was holding a bunch of flowers in his hands. 

"Hi! You brought flowers?"

"Yes. I'm so sorry I was anything less than wonderful to you on the way home. I'm sorry."

"It's okay... but um, where did you get these flowers from?"

"I stole them."

"From where?"

"The neighbours' flower beds."

"WHAT?"

"Chill out, okay? I knew when I left to come home to you that I shouldn't come empty handed, so I figured I'd get flowers, but nice flowers cost money and I don't have any of that, so then I thought, okay, ROAD FLOWERS. So all the way home I was scoping the side of the road for some pretty wild flowers and there weren't any. I got all the way here and that's when I noticed the flowers next door. I figured it was okay to steal them because that house is for sale and no one is living there right now. They way I see it, those flowers were anyone's game. So now you have them."

"You stole flowers for me?"

"Yep. Me, your law-abiding, rule-following boyfriend. Because I love you."

"I love you more, shithead."

"Not possible."

With a grin,