Seraphina's POV
I open one of the doors, which leads to a bathroom with a small shower, a sink, and a toilet, a rug like the one in front of the fireplace but smaller on the tiled floor. There is no mirror, no bathroom cabinet. Just a glass with a toothbrush on the sink. I cannot imagine how he bathes in there, which leads me to question how often he bothers.
I let out a sigh, eyes darting to the eggshell blue ceiling. Why do I end up in the company or in the homes of men who do not take grooming seriously?
Well, come to think of it, it looks like Bjorn has not shaved his face in a while. I suppose I should be glad his beard is not a foot long and that it seems clean. In fact, I remember being tempted to stroke it, just to see if the wiry strands would feel soft or prickly beneath my fi
