The room is black. I unfurl from his body and lean towards the hotel’s digital clock. It’s nearly two in the morning. Josh feels me stir. “Tapas,” he mumbles. “We haven’t had tapas.” “I think we missed dinner.” “’s okay.” He hugs me against his chest. “Too tired to get up anyway.” “We’ll just have to come back.” “Tapas and cerveza. And then we’ll make love on the altar of the Sagrada Família.” I pull away, he tugs me close, I pull away. “Be right back,” I say. “Bathroom.” After I pee, I return for my toothbrush and toothpaste. He follows me in, and we brush our teeth. We can’t stop smiling at each other. I can’t believe that adults get to do this every day. And I don’t even mean sex, though it’s wonderful, but things like this. Brushing our teeth at the same sink. Do adults realize how lucky they are?
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