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I gagged, hunching over the sink to spit and furiously rinse my mouth with handfuls of water from the spigot. His laughter was boisterous and loud as I imagined his brother’s germs running amok in my mouth.
Face dripping, I turned to glare at him.
He grinned, full dimples on display, wet hair sticking up everywhere. “Just kidding.”
Pointing aggressively at the toothbrush lying in the sink, I said, “Whose is that?”
He rolled his eyes. “Like I’d let anyone else’s toothbrush anywhere near your mouth.”
I traded in the gagging for profuse colorful insults, which I flung rapid-fire in Swedish.
His laughter was warm when he caught me around the waist, towing me in. “Now, baby. Don’t be mean.”
My eyes rounded, incredulous. “You told me I was brushing my teeth with your brother’s toothbrush.”
His teeth flashed. “That’s what you get for being a brat.”
I shoved him back, and he laughed more.
“You can finish,” he said, motioning to the toothbrush.
I gave him ayou must be insanelook.
Nudging me out of the way, he reached under the sink and pulled out a brand-new one still in the packaging. “It’s blue. Your favorite color.”
I was not charmed that he’d remembered my favorite color.
“You can keep it with mine,” he said, flicking a glance to the cup where his had been. “Use it next time you’re here.”
My stomach bottomed out, the sensation so strong I laid my palm flat on the counter for some stability.
“I don’t need that,” I said, picking up the one I’d been using before and adding new toothpaste to it.
He said nothing as I finished brushing, and I didn’t look at him, even when I heard the crinkle and tear of the packaging.Guess he’s getting a new one so he doesn’t have to use the one I did.
When my mouth was minty fresh, I leaned toward the trashcan to throw away the one I’d used.
“Hey,” he exclaimed, catching my hand. “What are you doing?”
“Throwing this away. You got a new one,” I said, gesturing to the blue one he’d already placed in the cup.
“This one is mine,” he said, giving my hand a light squeeze.
“But I just used it.”
He leaned in, warm breath fanning over my cheek. “And I told you I like your puke breath.”
I drew back, blinking, trying to understand. Trying not to fall harder and harder.
“But you opened a new one.”
“For you,” he said, taking his and plopping it in the cup next to the blue one.
I turned to stare at them, vision blurring.
His arms circled me from behind. “But you don’t have to use it, angel. You can still use mine if you want.”
I bolted out of the bathroom in my towel, rushing down the hall and into his bedroom. My chest felt tight, skin warm. My heart hadn’t pounded normally since he’d found me on the side of the road.
