“You truly allow me to do this?” Jazmin asked, pointing at the shaver and the shaving foam. “I mean, I understand if you—”
Ethan sat on a chair in the bathroom and looked up at her. “Once I make an offer I stand to it. I haven’t used a razor for three days—”
“I noticed, for example last night when you visited some sensitive parts of my body with your... beard.”
Ethan looked embarrassed even though they were alone. He checked his watch. “If you want me to look like the gentleman your mamá expects, you’d better start. You’ve got about two hours until your family arrives for lunch.” He arched his brows. “If you know what to do. If not the result will be quite... interesting.”
“I do know what to do,” she protested, laughing. “My father—the last of the true gentlemen of South America—taught me when I was a kid.”
“No offense meant, but that’s been a while back.”
She spread foam on his cheeks and chin. “Are you in the mood of not trusting me?”
“I said the result could be interesting.” He faked an anxious face. “If you nick me one time too many, your mom will take me to be some thug from the street.”
Jazmin kissed his nose. “I certainly won’t ruin your manly appearance. How could I ever? I’ll be careful—with every part.”
“That reminds me—do you actually want to extend the shaving?”
She played with the shaver in her hand, looking smug. “Just for your frightened look, I want that. And—correct me if I’m wrong—you granted me that wish for Christmas.”
“We were on the run. In danger. High on adrenaline. I’d have promised you a lot more.”
“Should’ve known that.” She kissed him, risking foam across her upper lip and chin. “But—nah, I don’t want more. This is exactly what I want and—” She put the shaver to his cheek. “—the way I want it.” Jazmin giggled when he held his breath. She bent to whisper in his ear. “I promise to not show my mamá more than your clean-shaven face. Will that do?”
“Oh, Jazmin...”
The End