He looked at me like I was crazy. “How can it possibly be better than those things? Unless you found an actual copy of Living Sexy in LA with you on the cover, I don’t think it’s possible.”
I laughed at him. “I was thinking I could buy you a toothbrush. You know, for my place.”
He stared.
“I know we said we’d hold off on buying them. I know what it represents, and I know you’re worried about rushing into things,” I added quickly. He was still staring. “But if it’s all right with you, I think I’d like to take that step. I mean, it’s just a toothbrush.”
His smile was slow spreading, a faint blush tinted his cheeks and warmth filled his eyes. “I’d like that.”
I felt like I’d just confessed my love for him, not just the promise of a stupid toothbrush. It was ridiculous how happy and nervous it made me. But after we ate, we made our way to the store and bought a tub of lemon gelato, and two toothbrushes.
One for me at his place, and one for him at mine.
~The End