Neckline Stubble Novels & Stories

A mild stubble maps his lower and upper jaw. "Done checking me out?" he questions. I shake my head, and a ghost of a smile graces the corner of his lips. His eyes are deep and sharp, but his full lower lip pouts slightly, which makes him look a little less terrifying. He looks more like the owner of an underground fight club or a mafia don than a businessman. My eyes move down to his chest where a few hairs peek out from the two unbuttoned buttons of his shirt. There's an arrow tattoo peeking through. It's either new or I missed it yesterday.

Then I traced his ears before running along his jaw and down his neck. As far as I could tell, he was attractive, though I had a more limited example pool than most people. His jaw was strong with a slight indent at the base, and some stubble covered his face. His facial hair must grow quickly, as I would guess he shaved recently. His lips felt like they had a perfect bow to the upper lip, which was thinner than the lower lip that was plump but only in comparison to his upper lip.

*I should probably trim huh? My finger acted without consulting my brain. It saved the snap in chat. I quickly took one doing the same thing. I had trimmed last week so I was a bit more groomed. Plus my pubes were a dirty blond so they didn’t stand out as much against my tan skin. *Idk, they look fine to me.*

I said, my cheeks flushing bright red, causing him to chuckle. I shook my head softly at him and then stepped into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed off, and cleaned up. When I was done, I put on his robe. It was huge on me, swallowing my body completely. I caught sight of my neck in the mirror again. The hickey hadn’t faded at all. My eyes widened. Then I glanced lower, noticing there was another hickey at my chest area. “Shit.” I muttered under my breath. At least that one wouldn’t be visible. It was low enough that my clothes would cover it. But the one on my neck was going to be a problem.

All of them had Jet black hair, that was the only thing common in their features. The one sitting in the middle had curly hair, his sharp features stood drawing most of the attention toward his gorgeously shaped face, the chiseled jawline, light stubble, and full lips. A tattoo etched from the lower end of his jaw and disappeared under his t-shirt, He looked...enchanting.

A day or two worth of stubble covered his lower face. ‎He looked tired but still managed a small, lop- sided smile for me. His black hair was a mess, looking as if he'd spent a good portion of the day running his fingers through it. Full lips and dark eyes. Having taken the picture from directly in front, I could see he had a large adam's apple and broad shoulders. His shirt, from what I could see, was completely white.

I faked a smile like she could see my face through the door. “I won't recommend scrubbing your neck to make the hickey fade away. In fact, scrubbing your neck can make it worse - it might irritate your skin and make the area red and sore. You just have to be patient and let the healing process happen naturally.” I sighed. Swiftly, I opened the bathroom door with a fake smile on my face. “Thank you?” I whispered to her. I know too well how Mum insisted when I was seventeen years old to never get involved in such, except I was mated. You know, those virgin mum rules...

Next to him, in his brown denim jacket and loose black vest underneath with a tiger tooth necklace around his neck, his shaggy, dirty blonde hair, and 3-day stubble, she looks like quite a bore. “Nervous?”, “Yeah, a little bit. Taking a break from in there?”, she gesticulates to mean from his head; “Mmhmm. I really want to get some writing done this weekend” “Don’t worry, my mum is going to love you. We’ve come prepared”, he jokes and the last thing she remembers is his hand reaching out for hers and the warm feel of his lips against the back of her palm. She can still feel the light tingle of his stubble brushing against her skin.

I add with a smidge of fear making my voice shake lightly. “A cruel world, unfit for those of the likes of you-“ he comments, studying my face. I huff and my eyes cut to his face. Gods… he almost leaves me breathless just by looking at me. His eyes have darkened with unhidden urges he clearly held back right now. The sharp angles of his face were almost inviting right now and I now notice the long stubble on his face. A soft shade of grey that suited his face and overall complexion. Did he aim to grow a beard? How did I miss it until now?

Even with clothes on, I could feel the intensity of his closeness. The view was expansive. Almost the whole of the racing circuit was visible. “You must give something to take something, Alexei.” I shifted my gaze towards him, I sucked in a sharp breath. The sunlight, slyly tiptoeing onto his face, accentuated the striking contours of his jawline, while his intense eyes gleamed with a hint of smoky grey. The meticulously groomed stubble added a touch of ruggedness to his already dark presence. With bated breath, I clutched my legs tightly as he unconsciously brushed his tongue across his lips, leaning back ever so slightly.