“I must say, the suit is nice and all, but I think I prefer the Purple Rain shirt.” He grinned. “You already know how I feel about you in your suit.” I laughed. He wanted me to wear it when I opened the door on Friday night. “Right. The robe has lost its appeal. I forgot.” “Oh no, the appeal of the robe still exists. But those pants and your—” I stopped walking. “Okay. I think I need to stop you right there.”
