“You want to brush your teeth?” “Sure,” he replies, but makes no move to get up. “I can wait for you to finish, though.” “No need. Room enough for both of us.” I grin at him, slinging the towel over my shoulder and brushing the damp strands of hair off of my forehead. He follows me into the bathroom and I fish out a new toothbrush for him. Smiling around my own toothbrush, I watch him in the mirror, enjoying the way he’s blatantly checking me out. Nudging him with my hip, his eyes find mine and he blushes. “Sorry,” he mumbles, pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth and spitting into the sink.
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Brushing teeth together gets me every time, blame bring it on
