The bed was big and had a pink Pottery Barn comforter cover with little hot-pink flowers and lots of fluffy pillows at the head. It was a girlie room, not the room of a Rock Chick, and thus was kind of a naughty little secret, just like my underwear. When I entered, Lee turned melty-chocolate eyes to me. “Nice room.” My toes curled into the carpet. I read a magazine article once about how guys actually liked feminine rooms because it made them feel like a conqueror when they invaded such a room. Lee’s face showed he was in the conquering mood.
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