It had taken all of his willpower not to just come over to that apartment with the food stained shirt, and sweatpants he'd been wearing shortly after dinner. But that wasn't sexy. Nope. And neither was the onesie he had been contemplating as a slight tease. He'd gone with a nice button down white dress shirt, the buttons pulled just a little, but that was fine enough, and charcoal dress slacks. Like he'd simply effortlessly stashed his suit coat somewhere. He'd contemplated a untied tie. But left it because he felt like the extra seconds was too long.
Stevie had run between their apartment and the borrowed one, pausing for only a second to compose himself, and step through the door. The sight that met his eyes when he did... well, to him, she put the Mona Lisa to shame. She could have been sitting with her finger up her nose and still been sexy. His fingers reached behind him to close the door shut, slapping around the touch pad for a second before actually striking it. He didn't want to take his eyes off of her. He didn't care that his mouth hung open a little. She was a goddess.