Novel & Cerita Neckline Stubble

Attempting to regulate oxygen exchange, she stared at his throat as they swayed. Stubble had grown on his jaw since this morning, adding a ruggedness to his olive skin. He was such a gorgeous man. Tall and lean, he wasn't built with bulges like Nate, but he had clear definition. Languid. Fluid. High cheekbones and a defined chin. Wide shoulders and a narrow waist.

KELLAN'S P. O. V I had started growing a stubble. Not intentionally, I just woke up one morning and realized I'd been carrying a beard on my chin. I hadn’t been paying much attention to my appearance lately, and the days were endless. At first, the itch of it annoyed me, but now, it’s become familiar, like a habit

Adonis got out of bed and took a shower, and washed his hair, styled it differently by parting it down the middle. It changed his appearance slightly, a more casual look. He gave his face a quick shave to take away the stubble that was starting to appear, leaving his skin soft and smooth. He sprayed on his daytime cologne a good smelling citrus scent. It was a happy morning for him as he slipped on a pair of gray (CK) Calvin Klein underwear.

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I held his gaze, trying to get him to lower his face but he being Reagan refused to do so, He just kept looking at me with a smirk, I hissed and turned to the other side but he came into my line of vision again but he was talking with someone, probably an elder and laughing. I rolled my eyes this time and leaned my head on the table, trying to calm my drumming heart that refused to be still even though I just downed a glass of juice beside me. When lying there, I kept throwing glances at him, but I did it discreetly so I would not be caught He had a stubble now; his stubble is usually shaved, and it took him a maximum of three days to shave again, but this time. It looks like he hasn't shave

Third person's POV He stood in front of the mirror. His fingers gently pinched the thin edge of the facial prosthetic, slowly peeling it off. As the prosthetic came off, a pair of chiseled features gradually revealed themselves. They were a cold, stern gaze, a high-bridged nose, and sharply defined lips that exuded a unique charm. His skin, already fair, was nearly translucent from lack of sunlight, appearing even paler under the lights. His shirt collar was slightly open, hinting at his collarbones.

Few strands of those waves were falling carelessly on his forehead and I prevented every bit of my urge not to push my fingers into his head to pull them away. Seems like he had not shaved since weeks as his shave was grown a little too long but it still didn't made him look less attractive. His jawline was as sharp as a knife while lips were a bright shade of pink. My gaze halted to his roman nose after taking in his sharp jawline.

Aiden spotted the red mark on his neck right away, but was surprised it looked like it was already healing. After splashing water on his face, the Omega quickly fixed his hair and smoothed his clothes. He flipped his collar up, trying to hide the mark on his neck. It seems to work as long as he doesn't move around too much. Once the Omega felt he looked presentable, he quickly went downstairs.

he said, voice dropped lower than normal. I gathered more cream, hoping I had the right amount to moisturize without matting his perfectly groomed stubble. But all strategic thinking evaporated the second my fingers touched his jaw and he made this low humming sound that went straight to parts of my anatomy that had no business responding to skincare application. My brain immediately conjured images of what that rough stubble would feel like against other parts of my body. What I could do to make him hum like that again. Jesus Christ, get it together. It’s face cream, not foreplay.

“I will get a shave tomorrow. Does that work?” “Yes,” I grinned. “But then this stubble makes you look hotter…especially when you are naked. So maybe you should keep it.” “Make up your mind, Gianna,” Nico rolled his eyes, but it amused me to see how smug he looked at that compliment. Wasn’t it obvious to him how fucking hot he was? “Come on now…let’s get your arm taken care of.” He took my hand, and I followed him to our bedroom with a smug glee.