Neckline Stubble Novels & Stories

His nose was another piece of perfection, inches away from his heart-shaped pink lips. Lining on both sides of his profile was a thin beard that ran down the surface of his chin, colliding at his jaw area. The scruffy pieces of hair moved up from his jaw, around his mouth, and beneath his nose as a thinly lined mustache that suits his manly look. This all accounts for his flawless, handsome, and breathtaking face. My eyes crawled over to his broad shoulders and chest, which clashed with a white ruffled shirt that wasn’t fully buttoned and left his upper trunk slightly visible.

Leonel’s features were sharply defined, his body maintained with almost obsessive discipline. There wasn’t a trace of softness anywhere on him. Still, when Navia touched his jaw, she noticed the faint stubble beginning to appear. “I’m laughing because you missed a spot shaving,” she teased. Leonel immediately frowned and touched his face. “Really?” Seeing him actually take the comment seriously only made Navia laugh harder. “Well… men’s facial hair probably grows fast anyway, right?” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “You’ve been busy all day preparing for the gala, so it’s normal for some stubble to come back.”

"It’s just the morning. We’re not done yet." *** Eventually, Noah peeled himself out of Sterling’s lap and padded off to change. When he returned, he was wearing the sleeveless tee and joggers, the hoodie slung casually over his shoulder and the new headphones resting around his neck. He struck a pose in the doorway like a runway model caught mid-lounge. "Well? How do I look?" Sterling’s reaction was immediate, eyes dark, jaw tight. He didn’t even try to hide the way his gaze swept over Noah’s body, lingering a little too long on the curve of his biceps and the way the joggers hugged his hips.

Angel murmurs and laughs, "It's been kinda evident all night. For a long time, actually." I can see the moment Saint's demons try to get him again. His smile turns into a frown and he's about to start complaining, but I wiggle my hips and make him hiss and give me a pointed look. "Sorry, just getting comfortable," I lie and give him an innocent smile before moving my hand that was resting on his shoulder. I start caressing the length of his neck until I’m touching his Adam's Apple. I see it bob under my fingertips, "Your skin is so soft... and now that I think about it, I've never seen you with even a little bit of stubble. You can't grow a beard, right? Why?"

My eyebrows furrowed. I still scrolled. Then another picture. Him in beach shorts, bare chest, I zoomed in on the picture, hard nipples stared back, hair moving with the wind, a transparent pair of sun-colored glasses sat on his face, one hand tilted rightly, holding one side of the glasses. My breath caught. His biceps, tough muscles, carved abs, and a jawline that could cut through hearts. I pressed hard on the side of the gadget and the screen went dead instantly. My core clenched still.

“Don’t look away from the mirror, Lizbug. Keep watching me. It’s me touching you. No one else.” Johnny began with trepidation. By the time he was done, he felt proud. He went for a bob cut that lined up with her chin. He started out with a blunt cut but noticed how her wispy ends curled up prettily. So, he snipped tiny jagged layers through the bottom, ensuring both sides hung even. To finish, he whipped out his electric shaver and trimmed up her neck. The relief shining in her eyes made him feel fifty feet tall, and he eased down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Flawless. A perfectionist might point out that he hadn’t shaved, but the stubble that ghosted his strong jaw, merely accentuated things: a shiver of masculinity stirring beneath the surface. His full mouth was the only softening feature, but even that was set in grim tension as he lay there.

"Hello," Luke drawled and took off his sunglasses. Isabelle swallowed when he saw him in such a close range. He was so tall. The word good-looking was too subtle to describe him. He exuded not only charm and very good looks. She knew how her friend would describe him now that he is in front of them. This man had a face and body that would make your own body tingle. He was sporting a stubble and this near , she could see how beautiful his eyes were. She hadn’t had any boyfriend yet but she felt something in her body reacted just by looking at his toned abs and chest. Luke on the other hand almost cursed when he saw how gorgeous Isabelle was. She had a very lovely face. Her skin was

Icy blue eyes. His cheekbones could slice through a steak, and his chiseled jawline matches, accentuated by the untamed two-day stubble. It only enhances his flawless features, like shading on an art drawing. I can't help but envision my fingers grazing that rough stubble, the sensation against my fingertips, palms, even my own cheek...Or between my thighs.

Posh, prim and proper. Just like the numerous princes of England, the honey blond man stood at a less than flattering height. He wasn't a short man, not at all. He was just not tall, as tall as the man at the receiver. The flattering thing about him however, was his groomed stubble, his straight, tall nose bridge and round sharp eyes glistening a flaming almost turquoise colour under the rays of sunlight that escaped into the room through the open window blinds.