Neckline Stubble Novels & Stories

He leaned in slightly, close enough that I could see the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw, the way his lips parted like he was about to. “Excuse me, sir?”

Her good-natured grin let him know she wasn't too worried. He laughed. "Well, there's a straight razor by the bathroom sink, so you're not the only one with issues. I may end up slitting my own throat in the morning." "You could not shave," she offered. Noel shook his head. "I'll manage." No way was he going to scratch up Shelby's delicate skin with stubble. She rolled her eyes. "Good thing I shaved my legs this morning. They should be good for a few days. Sorry, but no way am I going to try to work one of those things around my ankles and knees."

Jean had been smiling, or, as she thought at the time, laughing at Francesca’s audacity and Clare’s markedly contrasting timidity. Clare’s gaze wandered across his head, revelling in the light bouncing off his hair. She looked at his ears - even his ears were cute. He had an earring in one, a tiny yin-yang symbol. She remembered almost having swallowed it the night before. His jaw was stubbly again. He had the kind of dark beard that needs to be shaved twice a day for a squeaky clean look, but she was glad he didn’t look like that. The stubble emphasised the shape of his face, the cleft down the centre of his chin. It accentuated the smoothness of his lips. His tongue flicked out across the

I didn’t have access to all of that girly stuff I can do without it. I swiftly change from my leggings and baggy jumper, deciding to make a little more effort to be ‘girly’, putting on a summers dress that stops above the knee and grabbing a denim jacket. I throw my hair up into a messy ponytail. Now I don’t have this mark on my neck to hide. I can now wear styles like this without worrying someone will see it or having to cover it with make-up.

Cassandra rolled her eyes. It looked like Neil had been standing there for more than a minute, his broad face startled as we looked over at him. Being caught, Neil didn't pretend anymore and entered the room. Neil was a large man. Not tall, but wide. Blonde. He sort of had that look of a guy who was handsome in high school, maybe even in college, but then had a nuclear meltdown ever since. Blonde mop on his head, stubbled. Broad shoulders, but extremely out of shape.