Ethans P.O.V.
I yawned and stretched my body towards the headboard. I turned to face Lauren, a smile forming on my lips as I saw her.
Her phone was in her hands, and she was snoring with her mouth wide open.
I chuckled and couldn't help but snap a picture of her.
Creepy much E?
Sure.
I gently pulled the phone out of her hands and set it down beside me.
"Hey give that back now," Lauren opened one eye and rubbed the other.
"Good morning to you too Angel," I chuckled, "I have a cute snapchat story now too."
"YOU TOOK A PICTURE OF ME???"
"Uh, maybe."
"You creep. Let me see!"
She reached over to take my phone out of my hands.
She viewed the picture and furrowed her eyebrows.
"Please delete this," she said shaking her head with disappointment.
"No, you look cute."
"I do not!!!"
"You look like a little squishy teddy bear."
She laughed and gave me my phone back.
"Lets get you freshened up."
Laurens P.O.V
I helped Ethan over to the bathroom and I watched him look at himself in the mirror. He smirked when he saw that my eyes were on him as well.
He rubbed the scruff on his jaw and glanced back at me.
"I need to get rid of this beard," Ethan reached for the razor sitting by the sink, "wanna help?"
"Beard?!?" I laughed, "What beard?? I'd give it a good 2 years until you'll be able to grow a nice one."
"Whatever," he rolled his eyes, "Please help me get this cheesy, prepubescent facial hair off my face."
"That's more like it," I smirked and took the razor out of his hands and helped him into his wheel chair.
I smeared some shaving cream along his jaw and upper lip and gently created slow strokes down his jawline.
I made sure every stroke was perfect, as if I was creating art on art itself.
After I finished, I grabbed a towel and dabbed the excess shaving cream off his face.
He grinned from ear to ear and looked at me.
I smirked back over my shoulder while cleaning the shaving cream off the razor.
"Shit, you didn't shave my eyebrows off did you?" Ethan panicked.
I laughed and stepped aside from the mirror so he could see himself, "I can if you want me to."
I raised the razor back up in the air and he put his hands up in surrender, "No thank you."
I helped him out of the wheelchair and back into his room.
