"Who brought your car here?" I ask, peering out of the window "Apollo" he responds, his voice echoing from the bathroom. I follow his voice into there and find him applying shaving cream to his beard, I furrow my brows walking over and catching his hand as he raises the razor "What are you doing?" I ask "Shaving" he replies "I like your beard, don't shave it off" I tell him as I like the rugged look on him, it makes him look even more male.
He raises a brow, a smirk on his face "You do?" he questions "Yes. Hurry up and wash that off so you can get to work Adonis" I say, pressing my lips to his mark now completely healed and sitting perfectly on his neck - for once things feel right.
Soon enough he is ready and we are out the door, locking up our house and heading back to his family home
