Seasmoke Friends
He held up his left hand, indicating no ring.
"Don't be coy, sugar muffin." I plopped on a loveseat and sank into the cushion. Nice. The leather was butter soft. The back wasn't too high to block the open floor plan of Matt's house.
Matt covered his face and laughed. "Is it comfortable, honey boo?"
Smarmy darted his gaze between the two of us, face red. "Uh, that set reclines and comes in four available colors."
I checked the swatch. "He'll take the sofa, loveseat, and chair in the navy color." Masculine, but elegant. Not overstated, like him. Plus, it would match the tile countertops in the kitchen, which could be seen from the living room.
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