It actually wasn't and I studied myself critically in the mirror while brushing my teeth, I surprisingly didn't look like the sole survivor of a horror movie.
I had noticed with a pang that, Dale's toothbrush was beside mine, Virgil's most likely in the cupboard - it was always the little things…
I was really excited about Virgil and I, worrying at my bottom lip and rinsing out the paste in my mouth, wincing at the awful taste of the herbal paste.
I know that Virgil and I had talked things over but now there was the big question… What were we? What am I?
"Hi, beautiful." Virgil's low voice startles me out of my thoughts, his hands going around me and slipping up my sweater as expected.
I choke on the cool tap water which is ridiculous because I had been washing my face not my mouth. "V!" I gasp out when I feel his teeth in my neck. "Ow! Don't bite me." I scold him, angling my neck to the side to negate my words.
