“Because it’ssomuch worse than I expected.”
Now I have to see it. I need to know if he’s overreacting or if it really is that bad. Either way, I know it’ll be amazing.
I push the door.
“What are you doing?” he asks, eyes wide as he pushes back.
“Coming in,” I say.
“You can’t do that.”
“Why not? You’re dressed, aren’t you?” I ask.
He blushes. “Yeah.”
“Perfect,” I say, walking in as he stumbles back in the most magnificent leopard-print skinny jeans I’ve ever seen in my life.
I cover my mouth. “Oh my.”
He rushes to close the door. “This is pretty messed up. You know that, right?”
“Actually, I think the word you’re looking for is wonderful.”
His hands are in front of the V-neck like he’s worried he’s showing off too much, which is hilarious since he didn’t care about being half naked last night.
“Let me see,” I say.
He cringes. “But it’s so bad.”
“I love it,” I say, reaching up to position the black barret on his head, tilting it slightly to the side. “Even better.”
He gives me a look of disapproval.
I step back, showing off my outfit and striking a pose. “You don’t see me complaining.”
“You aren’t wearing leopard-print skinny jeans,” he mumbles.
“I’m okay with that,” I say. “I think this is the way it’s meant to be.”
“Oh, really?”
I smile, biting my lip to stop my laugh. “Yeah.”
His face reaches a shade of red I’ve never seen before. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
I take my phone out. “Smile.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
He gestures to himself. “Emma, I look awful.”
“Just own it.” I adjust the hat again before stepping back to get a good angle. “If you want to look good, confidence is key.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm.”
