miguel o'hara

You were sitting on the counter of you and your husband’s bathroom… He stood in front of you, in between your legs, meanwhile you had a bowl full of foam, a brush, and a razor at your sides.

You were shaving his beard, as his request. You had done this for the past few years, even before you were married…

“Hold still…” “You say that all the time, mi corazón…”

You applied the foam over where his subtle beard was before picking the razor up… He looked in the mirror behind you to watch.