Romans & histoires Neckline Stubble

The lights stubble over his lip and along his jawline and chin makes him look so handsome. I slowly reach up and run my fingers along the stubble across his jawline and chin. I smile loving the feeling of it. I take in his features as I continue to lightly rake my fingers over his face. Lightly trailing My fingers from his forehead down. Feeling the little tingles dance under my fingertips as they touch his skin. I retract my fingers as he takes a breath in. I can't help but watch as his tongue darts out and licks his lips as he starts to wake.

I smile broadly. He sighs in relief "Thank God, I thought it was one of those make-up sessions you women have all the time," he clears his throat noisily. I swat his arm "Hey!" "Sorry," he shrugs and we continue walking. I glance sideways once in a while. He looks really neat, his hair is unkempt but it looks sexy that way if you ask me. He is in black ripped jeans and a black hoodie with black sneakers. His jaw line is well set and I love the stubble on his face.

Nick uses another towel to dry off his hair. I take that moment to look at him. His skin holds a slight tan all year round, and it's obvious he's worked hard on his body. It's cut in places I didn't even know it could be cut, the vee leading down behind the towel is enticing enough it makes me want to follow the path with my tongue. He's got his signature scruffy – not quite a beard, but not clean-shaven face. His biceps and forearms ripple as he vigorously works the towel through his dark locks.

He still didn't bother to glance at me at all. His distraction meant I had a moment to study him from the door, to ogle him without being noticed. He was perfectly groomed - not a hair out of place, not a speck of lint on his suit, not even the whisper of stubble on his clean-shaven cheeks. The last part made it all the easier to notice the strong cut of his jaw, as well as the slight indentation on his chin - which wasn't quite a dimple, and was a little off center, but somehow all the sexier for it - and I found myself suppressing a sigh. Shame I was about to get sacked. I wouldn't have minded having a little longer to stare at this guy, heartless bastard though he was.

I admired the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed as I cleaned the scratch on his neck. Even as I leaned in closer to clean a nick on his jaw line, I could not help but stare at his face. I admired the peach fuzz on his face, the little stubble on his chin, promising a beard. My traitorous eyes slightly rose to focus to his lips. His lips were slightly punk and raw from biting. It was so entrancing and seductive. I caught myself staring at him quickly. Stop it, Arielle; act professional, I scolded myself, mortified and prayed he didn't notice my gaze.

Delicate stray curls hung over both sides of my oval face which made my long nose look sharper and beautiful. The halter necked jumpsuit that I wore was of a luxuriously soft fabric and hugged my curves perfectly. My tattoos were ingeniously hidden by the dress I wore and my neck mate-marks were hidden by a delicate, black band of ribbon which make my neck seem even longer. I opened the door as I finished admiring the boys’ work and saw all my mates and friends gape at me with widened eyes. “You look so fucking pretty, Stone,” Nyssa hissed.

A clearly expensive watch wraps itself around his thick wrist, his huge hand looks rough and profound veins travel everywhere. I travel upwards to his broad shoulders, even I can see from the side angle. His thick neck has a large vein traveling up and down it. He has short dark brown hair, trimmed on the side and slicked back, not a hair out of place. From the side his nose looks straight as a ruler, one might guess it was never broken. His sharp jaw could cut a watermelon for me with no problem, his jawline is occupied by a neatly trimmed stubble. His full lips pink and perfect.

A nice birthday gift from someone whose neck I still wanted to slit open. Nicco yawned and lazily sat up on the couch, his chest bare, his pants as dark as his cropped hair that never seemed to grow. He shaved it himself most of the time. Just always been the DIY kind of guy. I stood near the large TV while his heavy-lidded gaze focused on me and the weapon. He pulled a face. The confusion slightly wrinkled his thick brows and his smooth brown skin. For someone who never had a proper sleeping schedule, his skin still looked annoyingly flawless, save for under his tired eyes. "Dove vai?"

His long eyelashes are acting like curtains for these beautiful orbs. I have never looked at his face from close but now when I am looking at it, i can't take my eyes off it. His beautiful almond eyes and blue Chrystals are mesmerizing. Long, sharp and pointed nose. Beautiful heart shaped red lips. And what grabbed my attention is small mole on his upper lips. It's hidden under his stubble but I can easily see it from this close. It's so cute and beautiful. If it's not for his stubble, he will look much younger and cute because of this mole.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Up close, the picture was far less flattering than it had appeared from a distance. His eyes were sunken, dark circles hung beneath them, and stubble covered his jaw. The yellow nicotine stains around his nostrils were impossible to miss.