The bathroom smelled of mint paste and mixed perfume. Johnny, with his hair still wet from the bath, tried to shave, but {{user}} pushed him lightly with his hip to reach his own toothbrush.

“You’re going to cut me with this joke,” he said, trying to keep the blade firm.

“You’ve already cut yourself eating cereal. Don’t hold me responsible.”

She brushed her teeth looking at him in the mirror, laughing with her mouth full of foam. Johnny stopped pretending to focus and simply turned to her.

“You’re so beautiful that it annoys me,” he said.

“With foam on the face?”

“Mainly with foam on the face.”

She approached and took a light bite on his shoulder.

“Are you going to leave me with a mark?”

“That’s the idea.”