“Did you want to give me your pants?” “Pardon?” He smirked. “Your pants. I’ll make them into shorts. Unless you wanted to wear the tiny gym shorts you mentioned.” “Oh.” I let out a laugh. I’d forgotten about that. I looked down at my somewhat expensive trousers. “Hm, hang on.” I found a less expensive pair and handed them over. “Do to them what you will.” “Hot pants with sequins coming right up.” “Uh.” He laughed. “Or a sensible inch above the knee?” “I’m much more of a sensible inch above the knee kind of guy,” I admitted. “However, I like shiny hotpants. Just not on me. Again with the
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