““I’m shaking the residual tingles out of my head when Bruno bursts in, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and a bath towel wrapped low around his waist. Really low. My own stomach tightens at the sight of his. That’s got to be more than a six-pack. It’s, like…a twelve-pack. Bruno shuffles around in his closet, intermittently brushing his teeth with one hand and pushing hangers with the other. He turns his head to me and starts to speak, but toothpaste flies out onto the tile floor. I erupt into laughter. Even the hottest guys are just guys. They brush their teeth and it spews when they try to talk at the same time. And unfortunately for me, fresh off a Bruno dream, it’s adorable. He tries to suppress a laugh and even more spit flies through the room. He clamps a hand over his mouth as he rushes to the bathroom. I hear the water run followed by an earnest chuckle deep from his gut.””
