He walked in with a sly grin.
The music was soft, the lights were dim.
She raised an eyebrow, curious.
He moved close, wrapped his arms around her waist.
She said, “Ooh, what’s going on here?”
He said, “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
Then he whispered,
“Do you know how to wash bras without ruining them?”
Mood: vaporized. Romance: on spin cycle.
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