Chapter 90

As Tiffany made the bed, Vincent appeared at the bathroom door with a toothbrush in hand. He looked at Tiffany earnestly and asked, "Do you have a mouthwash cup?" She rose and fetched her own mouthwash cup. She rinsed it thoroughly before offering it to him. "You can use mine if you don't mind." "Sure." Vicennt casually accepted the cup and began his routine of brushing his teeth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Tiffany's heart skipped a beat as she watched his lips touch her cup. Remembering that he didn't have a towel, she pointed to the pink and white one drying nearby. "That's my face towel," she offered. "Alright." He hummed, a pleased smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze in the mirror. Flustered, Tiffany quickly looked away and hurried back to finish making the bed. Her heart was pounding wildly from his gaze. After brushing his teeth, Vincent meticulously rinsed the cup inside and out. It was the first time in his life that he was worried about