His thick, dark hair felt like silk beneath her fingertips, and she took her time rubbing in the soap, making him sigh in contentment. After she’d rinsed his hair, she had him lean forward so she could soap his back as well.
“Would you shave me? I bought everything I need. It’s in that smallest package.”
She nodded and crossed to get the things she’d need, happy to be able to get rid of his dark beard. She liked him clean shaven. The lines of his face were too pure and clean to obscure with facial hair. And his bruises had faded so much they were barely noticeable.
She put the shaving cream on his face then stared at him, wondering about her skill as she handled the lethal straight-edged razor. “Much as I’d like to help you out, I’ve never done this before. I’m afraid I’ll slit your throat.”
His eyes widened. “Give me the mirror, then. You can watch and learn.”
She moved the small hand mirror into his line of vision, holding it while he proceeded to scrape away the course, black whiskers.
She watched him with great interest. Of all the things they’d shared together, for some reason this seemed the most intimate. She loved the look of concentration on his face, the way he sucked in his cheeks to get the right angle. If everything went as planned, she’d be able to watch him shave every morning for the rest of her life.
It seemed far too good to be true.
