“I miss him.” Misha coughed and spit out a mouthful of toothpaste in the sink, then whirled around. “Him?” Oh, he doesn’t like that. “Yes, him. He’s a man.” “No.” I lifted my brows. “No? What do you mean, no?” He rinsed his mouth quickly, then stomped over to the tub. “Five minutes.” My mouth gaped. “Excuse me?”
