Page 62 of Getting Down to Business

“What are you doing with my toothbrush?” She pulled the sheet up to cover her naked body since he was wearing boxers.

He shrugged with his mouth covered in foam.

“I just grabbed one out of the cup,” he mumbled before he returned to the bathroom to spit.

“There are only two toothbrushes in the cup. How could you possibly get confused as to which one was yours?” she yelled at him across the hall until he walked back into her room.

“What’s the big deal?” He shrugged it off as he came to sit on the edge of the bed to kiss her with his minty fresh breath.

“It’s gross.”

“I had my face between your legs last night, why can’t I borrow your toothbrush?”

“It’s not the same.”

“I beg to disagree.” His blue eyes were practically sparkling.

“Do you want to beg to disagree or find yourself begging for something else?” she threatened.

“What about French kissing. Our tongues are in each other’s mouths.” He had a point, but she wasn’t ready to give him credit for having a point.

“Just don’t use my toothbrush.” She pointed at him as she got up and made her way to the bathroom.

“Fine, but our toothbrushes were touching in the cup anyway.”

“Still not the same thing.” She shut the door, but not before she heard him mutter, “Is too.”

They spent the weekend doing mundane household things like laundry, dusting, and mopping the kitchen floor. His neatness gave hers a run for its money. When they were done, they watched television, ordered take-out, and ended up in bed together.

It was the most perfect lazy weekend ever.

Since they were both running late for work the next morning, they got ready in the bathroom together.

They were brushing their teeth, and Gray was trying to talk around his own toothbrush, making her laugh because she couldn’t understand what he was saying.

He reached out to turn the water on at the same second she went to spit and she ended up spitting toothpaste all over his arm.

That caused another bout of laughter.

As he washed off his arm, Alyssa caught a glimpse of them in the mirror and nearly froze at the image of them.

They were still laughing, but it was something more.

She was happy.

Not just fun orgasm happy, but deep down happy. It wasn’t acceptable. Giving up these little things with a man was her penance for destroying someone else’s happiness.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Gray frowned, no doubt confused by the change in her expression. She smiled as best she could and brushed it off. It wasn’t his fault. She wouldn’t make him pay for her stupidity.

“I have to say, I like your toothbrush better than mine. This one sucks,” he said, clearly trying to lighten the mood. She swallowed and went along with it.

“I’ll pick you up a new one when I stop for groceries tonight,” she offered.

“Thanks. Hey, can you get those cookies with the stripes and the hole in the center? I love those.”

“Sure. If you think of anything else we need, text me.”

They both stopped for a second, letting the situation soak in around them. It was very domestic. She didn’t want him to read too much into it.

“This is a perfectly normal roommate conversation,” he stated calmly.

“Really? Did Trent ever buy you a toothbrush?”

“Well, no. We did split a box of condoms once. Condoms and dental hygiene are just a few aisles apart.” He shrugged and seemed perfectly fine. She thought back to her living arrangement with Sasha—before she turned into a demon—and nodded. She’d stopped for tampons on more than one occasion. Tampons were only a few aisles from dental hygiene too. His logic seemed sound.