'What. Is. that?'
'What?' I demand.
'That,' she says and pulls hard on my beard.
'I'm trying out something new.'
She puts down her bag and slips off her jacket, letting it fall onto the floor. The scent of her drowns me and I step forward to take her in my arms... And her hand holds me back by the face. 'No you're not,' she informs me. 'Come on.'
She takes me by the hand, straight to the bathroom and makes me sit down at the edge of the bath tub.
'So, I take it you don't like it,' I say, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her closer while she unbuttons my shirt. 'I haven't kissed you in ages.'
'You can wait a bit longer then,' she says and pulls the shirt off.
'What's wrong with it? I thought it looks kind of good.'
She grabs the shaving cream and begins to lather it over my face. I return my hands to her hips with some satisfaction. Then with a finger under my chin, she raises my head and begins to shave carefully, starting from my neck.
'You're not the one who has to look at you all the time,' she murmurs.
In a few moments, my neck is beginning to feel a bit sore from staring at the ceiling. A few water droplets have already trickled down my front, to my discomfort. I just want to look at her. I love looking at her. I squeeze and she slaps the back of my hand.
'I'm trying to focus.'
'So am I.'
I feel a little sting and she pauses. I glance at her and find her fixated on my chin.
'I cut you,' she says softly. At her words, I freeze. I don't know what she's going to do. And... I don't care. And so I wait, with her holding the razor to my neck.
And then, with her finger, she wipes the cream from that spot, leans in and puts her mouth on it. Her tongue stings. 'Sorry for that,' she says, drawing back as she continues the shave.
'No problem,' I whisper.
In a few minutes more, she's done. She puts the razor on the counter and inspects my face and in the end looks me in the eye and smiles. 'Much better,' she says and leans down to kiss me.
