He stepped inside the bathroom while I was still brushing my teeth.

My eyes must’ve flashed panic toward him because he stepped in and didn’t pause to rake his eyes up and down my body.

Instead, he put his hand on my lower back, bent over so his lips nearly brushed my ear, and whispered, “You are so damn sexy.”

The back of my neck flushed, and I rinsed toothpaste out of my mouth. “Right. Because brushing your teeth is sexy.”

“When you look like that, it ...