TYSHA "Are you sure about this?" I asked Rue, clutching his shaver in my hand. We were in his penthouse bathroom, with him leaning against the sink, shirtless. His chiseled chest and muscular arms only added to his appeal, making him look irresistibly hot. "Yeah," he replied simply, licking his lower lip in anticipation. "You know you don't have to," I bargained once more, uncertain if I should really go through with shaving his stubble. But he just pulled me closer, his hands fitting perfectly around my waist. "But I want to," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "I want to make you comfortable." Wow, I was torn. I mean, I adore his rugged look with those sexy stubbles. But when we get close, those tiny prickles always get in the way, especially when we're lost in each other. So, Rue, being the sweetheart
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