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Luce appeared in the bathroom doorway fully dressed, a toothbrush wedged in the corner of his mouth. His eyes flicked over me and he made a come-hither motion with his finger before turning back around.
I shoved the cover off me and slipped out of bed, quickly tugging down his T-shirt so my lower half wasn’t entirely exposed. Bare feet padding over smooth wooden flooring, I made my way into the bathroom just as Luce was finishing up.
This space matched perfectly with the bedroom, only the floor was slate. Pops of lime green added a slight reprieve from all the black. I was going to go out on a limb and say this was his favorite color. Above a stainless steel toilet was an oval window that allowed a decent amount of warm sunlight to beam into the room.
Luce poked me with something to summon my attention. I glanced down to see a toothbrush in his hand.
“This is yours.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled absentmindedly as I took it from him. This one was much better quality compared to the wooden one I’d used the day before.
“This too.” He tapped the side of a large cardboard box sitting on the bathroom counter. “You can’t roam around wearing the same thing every day. There’s fresh clothes, underwear and bras too.”
I only wore underwear when I was menstruating, and I hadn’t ever worn a bra in my life.
“How did you know what size I needed?”
“I didn’t. I just sang my ABC’s and figured you’d be one of the first two letters.”
It took me a moment to understand what his stupid joke meant. I pursed my lips and moved right past him, tearing the plastic wrapping off the end of my toothbrush.
“Aw, don’t be mad.” He laughed softly.
Our eyes met in the mirror and I frowned at him. “How would you like it if I said your penis was small?”
He smirked. “I’m well aware it isn’t.”
Absolutely infuriating. I grabbed what I hoped was toothpaste and proceeded to brush my teeth. I didn’t wear a bra, but I knew plenty of crude jokes about breast sizes. And I wasn’t an A or B. I was at least a C.
Getting to know him was going to take more patience than I may have possessed.
I was going to pretend he wasn’t in the room with me, although that was easier said than done with the weight of his gaze sinking into my spine.
I finished brushing my teeth and sat the toothbrush along the back part of his sink, having to lean forward a bit to do so. It was an innocent action that caused a reaction on an entirely different spectrum.
“What the fuck? I can see everything, dove.”
I calmly turned around and fixed his shirt so that my lady bits weren’t on display. It was just an ass. Surely he’d seen a good couple hundred of those.
“Were you like that all night?”
If I wasn’t, wouldn’t that be implying I’d ditched some underwear in his room before coming in here?
“I never had anything under this.”
He took a breath and tilted his head to look up at the ceiling, then his eyes suddenly snapped to mine. It took effort not to flinch. I wasn’t afraid, but the way he was looking at me made me think I probably should have been.
“What about under the dress?”
“No. I don’t wear bras or underwear—”
“Bullshit,” he cut in.
“Unless I’m on a cycle,” I finished.
“That ends today. You’re wearing that shit from this point on.”
“Why?”
