Tyler's POV
True to her words, she held a shave in one hand while she lowered herself to begin the process as I sat before her.
My stomach tightened and a slow burn started to rise in my stomach.
It was never expected of me to accept her kind gesture, but I wanted to understand the overwhelming feeling overshadowing me.
She was soft and receptive and she had a great personality that I was attracted to.
Now, who wouldn't?
She tied her hair with a band, applied some cream to my face and bent closer.
The stark view of her eyes reminded me of the actuality that I was close to a woman and I wasn't pissed to have her at such closeness.
Her skilled hand guided the stick against my cheek, gliding across my skin as the razor smoothed out a trail of cream and beard.
Her gaze was focused on me, intent in offering professionalism that I began to daunt if this was her first time.
"Tell me I'm wrong, you've trimmed beard before, probably your father's," I let out a short laugh.
Her eyes sought mi
