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"All right," he says, brushing the crumbs off his lap and leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. "You're gonna wear the faded jeans with the new belt. And you should go with that stretchy black AX tee, tucked in. You're cooking; you don't want to leave loose ends."
"Which shoes?"
"I like the barefoot approach. Make her feel right at home. You know, give the impression you've already started undressing. It'll inspire her to get down to it."
"You're an evil genius, Emmett."
"Used to be. Got a playlist? Candles? Wine?"
Ugh, music. I crumple into my chair.
A/N: Poor Crumpleward...