He actually got a mouthwash?

A small laugh slipped out before I could stop it. I struggled as I gasped for air.

If only knew that whatever I said last night was out of anger and not necessarily true, and as the good person that I am, I felt a type of way.

I had said it just to hurt him—to wipe that smug look off his face.

I never expected him to actually do something about it.

My fingers snaked around one of the bottles, turning it over in my hands. Peppermint flavour. Extra strength. Typical Pedro—if he was going to fix a problem, he would fix it with...