Ivan’s laugh followed me through to the bathroom—probably because he knew I was not exaggerating.
I jumped into the shower, wash off, and walked out into Ivan’s arms. He wrapped a towel around my body, grinning, and kissed my forehead.
“Towels. So overrated.”
I laughed and stepped back, tucking the end of the towel in at the top so it stayed in place. I grabbed the second from him and wrapped my hair up. “Overrated but necessary,” I responded, shoving my toothbrush in my mouth.
“Depends on your definition of the word necessary.” He grabbed a second toothbrush from the holder.
I paused, stared at it, then pointed my own brush at it. “What is that?” I asked through a mouthful of froth.
“It’s a toothbrush, baby girl. What else would it be?”
“Cocky prick.” I spitted ou
