She removed every last stitch of clothing from her body and pulled on his shirt. She felt surrounded by him. Pausing for a moment, her eyes fell to her toothbrush standing in the glass by the sink. Beside his. There was something comforting and meaningful about their toothbrushes resting side by side like that. Smiling, she took a deep breath and snapped out of her silly toothbrush vision. He was waiting for her.
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