"Not until I brush my teeth, anyhow. I wouldn't have let you with or without the smoke, actually. I need a shower." She closed her eyes, able to feel his tension. She put the cigarette out on the wall, letting it fall down. She closed her eyes and smiled, glad to be close to him.
Turning, she saw the bag and smiled. She'd get a toothbrush and some toothpaste from the gift shop, but her makeup and shoes had been a sweet touch she hadn't been expecting. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "It goes both ways, you know. I'm not used to staying in the same place."