Come on in.” He steps in and, as I close the door, he grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him, crushing his lips into mine. “I've been waiting all night to see you again,” he says, after breaking our kiss. He steps back, giving me a once over. “I didn't realize this was a pajama party. If I had known, I would've worn mine.” He smiles incredulously. “These aren't pajamas. Well, they can be, but they aren't. Shoot, actually, I did sleep in this shirt last night.” I frown and look down at it to see if it's too wrinkled. Naa, it looks fine-ish. He looks me over again. “I told you I was just staying in today. You're lucky I changed out of my actual pajamas and put my ratty hair up. This look is nice for me on a veg day.” One raised eyebrow from me meets both of his. Then we chuckle. “I approve. Really approve. You are beautiful, no matter what.” “Be careful. I will go back into the bathroom and put zit cream gunk all over my face and see how you like that.” “It wouldn't bother me in the least.”
