She arrived at Kieran’s, cherry red snow cone in hand, a mere few minutes ago. Now she sits cross legged on the edge of the gorgeous marbled counter top in Kieran’s bathroom, her half eaten snow cone in his care and his razor in hers. Kieran lingers in between her knees, white shaving cream covering half of his chiseled jaw, amusement shining in those bright blue eyes. Dipping the razor into the pool of water inside the sink, she uses the finger poised underneath his chin to angle his face just so. She means to give him a stern look but a smile curves at her lips. “Don’t move. Or drop that snow cone. It’s my favourite flavour.” Her voice trails off; her focus on gliding the razor along the side of his jawline rather then the words falling from her lips. Her teeth scrape against the corner of her lower lip as she glides the blade over his skin. Glide, rinse and repeat. “There’s that handsome face.” She teases, flicking a dollop of shaving cream at him from her finger. With one final draw of the blade across his chin and she’s finished, his sharp jawline free from stubble. She draws back, resting one hand on the countertop behind her, as if admiring a masterpiece she had spent hours slaving over. “Voilà,” She taps her finger against his sternum, flashing him a bright smile. “thanks, maybe next time i’ll get you to shave me legs. Fair is fair.” ( @kiicrans )
