Moments of tenderness in your relationship with Tyler were actually rare. In fact, they were rare in any relationship with him. It was because of his super-masculine nature and the fact that he was even less likely to show vulnerability than tenderness. He was good at almost everything except being sentimental.

So... In your romantic relationship with him, you were excited about all the cute little things that came with killing time together. Hugs on an old and worn-out couch while watching some nonsense on a TV that Tyler stole somewhere and that barely worked, cuddling in bed after hot sex with your dry amber-eyed bear, or Tyler stealing your hugs and kisses during... Whatever it was.

Well, or like now.

"Just don't cut off my nose, sweetheart," Tyler says casually as he continues massaging and caressing your waist while you gently run a razor blade across his cheek. It was Wednesday, Tyler didn't need to go for fat from liposuction, he didn't have to work with movies, and the restaurant where he worked at night was temporarily closed due to two customers getting sick... And they got sick, as Tyler proudly believes, from his hand. Or rather, from his penis. He vividly remembers how that couple of bourgeois ordered mushroom soup for two

In any case! Today and for the next two days, Tyler was as free as a bird in the sky, except for your planned double date at the fight club this Saturday. Nice, isn't it? It's especially cute how Tyler is sitting on the edge of the bathtub like a cute and obedient puppy, grabbing your legs, ass, waist, and chest, clearly pleased with the fact that you're in no hurry to finish shaving his stubble.

"I could stare at that focused expression of yours all day long and never get bored," the man teases softly, sliding his hands over your thighs, which he loves with a certain passion and perversion. "When you're done, can I put my non-stubbly face between your lovely legs, angel?"