"Why?! Why do you need to get me clothes?"
" W—Well because you don't have clothes" He stuttered, trying to keep himself in control, and walked away from her tempting figure, but she tiptoed right back to his side.
"But I'm wearing yours, or are you angry that I'm wearing them? They are really comfortable, so if you're not angry that I'm wearing them, you don't need to get me clothes."
"It's not—it's not that I'm angry that you wear them." He says, then mutters into his glass of water, "You look damn sexy in them,"
"What?"
"You can't just wear my clothes all the time. You need to have your set of clothes too. And besides, you can't wear those to a party." He points at what she was wearing at the moment.
"Party? What party?"
"You, my love," He puts the cup back on the slab, places his hands on her shoulders and brings his head to her level, "are my date for tonight, and yes that is the reason I came back earlier today. I need to get you ready for the party."
