"I'm sorry," I muttered again.
He poked his head out of the shower door. "Don’t be. You're the freaking Visionary. You can do whatever the hell you want to." He grinned. "By the way," he started and closed the door to finish, "there's only two toothbrushes. You wanna share one and they can share the other?"Share a toothbrush with him? I'd never even thought about that before. Did married people share toothbrushes normally? His mocking voice belted over the waterfall, "Don't over think this, baby." He poked his head out once more. "My tongue has been in your mouth.