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"Sorry, it's such a mess." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "I cleared off the bed, though, and the sheets are clean." My eyebrows practically hit my hairline. "To sit on." His accusation is made jokingly, but his skin turns melon pink. "Nice shoes, by the way." I'm wearing flats. "Nice deflection, by the way."