“I’m gonna watch you,” he said, following me into the bathroom.

“You’re gonna watch me brush my teeth?” I asked, smiling, and slightly nervous. “Why?” He sat down on the covered toilet seat, folded his arms on the side of the vanity and rested his head on his forearm.

“I don’t have that much time with you,” he explained. “I want to be with you for every second of it.”

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