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“What are you doing?” Sophie asked as she hovered over Benedict’s shoulder.
“Putting together a little care package for Anthony and Kate. For Aubrey Hall.”
Sophie hummed thoughtfully. “That massage oil is expensive,” she said, lifting the bottle and inspecting it carefully.
“I know,” Benedict replied as he shoved another candle in the bag. “I’m pulling out all the stops.”
“What’s the speaker for?”
“Kate loves music. I thought I’d compile a little playlist.”
Sophie sat next to him on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her. “Oh, I’m in. What do you have so far?”
Benedict pulled out his phone and opened Spotify.
“Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get It On’ obviously,” he began. “‘Let’s Talk About Sex.”
“Salt-N-Peppa is a lovely touch.”
“I thought so,” Benedict agreed, scrolling the playlist. “How do you feel about Ginuwine?”
“Pony is a must. That’s non-negotiable,” Sophie gestured toward the phone. “May I?”
“Be my guest,” he handed it to her, sitting just a little too close to her on the sofa.
“Save A Horse, Ride a Cowboy?” Sophie asked.
“I think it’s important we cross genres,” Benedict explained seriously. “I don’t want to paint Kate into a corner. And I happen to know firsthand that Anthony went through a very intense Big & Rich phase.”
“WAP needs to be on this list,” Sophie said, typing into the search bar and adding it to the playlist Benedict had cleverly named “Kanthony Forever.”
“Why are you adding a Lion King song?” Benedict asked, his brows scrunched in concentration.
Sophie paused and studied him. “Are you serious right now?”
Ben nodded.
“Can You Feel the Love Tonight is the single sexiest song Disney has ever had the audacity to be put on a soundtrack.”
Benedict seemed to consider this. “A Whole New World,” he countered.
“Simba and Nala are literally singing to each other about having sex!”
“And what do you think Aladdin and Jasmine are singing about? Over, under, and sideways, Sophie? My man is a player. Magic lamps are not the only thing he’s rubbing.”
“But it’s not just the lyrics, it’s the sensual nature of the music itself.”
“Whole New World is a thousand times more romantic.”
“Get your stupid speaker,” Sophie finally commands him as she stands and grabs the box of condoms from the coffee table. “And that massage oil.”
“Why?” Benedict asked, but he was already reaching for the requested items.
“I’m about to prove a point.”