Page 81 of Hometown Touchdown
I shrug, propping myself up on one elbow. “Unclear. Depends on Cedar Falls penal code.”
He huffs a laugh and heads into the bathroom. I hear the faucet turn on, toothbrush noises—then a beat later, his voice.
“Hey. Are you coming in here or just planning to ogle me from the sheets all day?”
I pad into the bathroom, climb up on the vanity, and swing my legs like a kid waiting for candy. He’s brushing his teeth, bare feet planted, hair a rumpled mess, and looking annoyingly good for a man with minty foam in his mouth.
“You look like a toothpaste commercial,” I say.
He pulls the brush from his mouth and mumbles, “Sexy one or weird one?”
“Somewhere between a rugged lumberjack and overworked dentist.”
He chuckles, spits, rinses, then wipes his face with a towel. “Thanks, I think.”
Then he steps toward the toilet and pauses. “Okay, fair warning—I’m about to completely ruin the mood.”
I squint. “Why?”
“I have to pee. Like, aggressively.”
“Oh my God, please don’t narrate it.”
He snorts. “Too late,” he says, and flips the lid up like it’s part of a comedy routine.
I groan and cover my ears. “Romance is officially dead.”
He glances over his shoulder, grinning. “Nah. Romance is alive and well, baby.”
I know it isn’t standup comedian level comedy, but laugh so hard I nearly fall off the vanity in a combination of embarrassment and lovesickness.
Knox flushes, then heads straight to the sink to wash his hands like the gentleman he is. I watch him through narrowed eyes, lips pursed, still perched on the vanity like I’m judging a figure-skating routine.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I say as he dries off.
He tosses the towel onto the rack, then steps between my knees, hands bracing the counter on either side of me. “You say that like you didn’t just laugh so hard you nearly cracked a rib.”
“I did not.” I try to sound offended, but I’m grinning like an idiot.
“You absolutely did. Snort and all.”
“Lies.”
He leans in, his nose brushing mine, eyes still heavy with sleep. “You have this look on your face like you can’t decide whether to kiss me or arrest me.”
I smirk, fingers sliding into his hair. “Well, you do keep confessing things no one asked for.”
“I’m a sharer. It’s charming.”
“It’s alarming,” I tease.
He kisses the corner of my mouth. “That’s fair. Which is why I should leave before I toss you over my shoulder and become very late for lunch.”
My arms tighten around him. “I’m not hearing a downside.”
He lets out a low, frustrated laugh as he steps back. “You’re dangerous, Brynn.”
I let out a theatrical sigh, draping myself across his chest. “You’re choosing Cam over me?”
