Neckline Stubble Novels & Stories

He was rolling with laughter. "You should have seen your face," I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me. "Stop doing that," I started to fix us both a plate ignoring his sexy face. How can someone look like this when they wake up? His hair was disheveled making him look sexier. He had a day-old stubble and I wanted to run my hands to feel it. It is a sin to look this hot. I wondered why he didn't take up modeling.

Without glancing at me, he stood straight and went inside the comfort room. I wonder what he was thinking about? It seemed to me that something was bothering him. But I know that asking him wouldn't help. Ignoring him, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. It didn't take long though as Neal went out of the bathroom for only a couple of minutes. His towel was wrapped around his neck and the other was wrapped around his bottom part. His hair was soaked and messy, the ends of his locks sticking out on his forehead and tiny droplets of water dripping down on his jaw and to his muscular pecs. It continued to trail down on his 8 packs and to his v-line.

Deep breaths Verena, deep breaths. He was the only guy here who wasn't wearing a suit, he wore a black leather jacket with a white V-neck shirt underneath which showed off his muscular build perfectly. His hair was slicked back a little untidily with a few rebellious strands falling loose. He had a light stubble around his jaw which made his already sharp jawline seem impossibly sharper. Even in his casual demeanor he was by far the most good-looking guy in the room. I noticed a few other girls eyeing him appreciatively and I felt a pang annoyance but it disappeared as soon as our eyes met again.

Beautiful and dangerous. In order to gather myself back together, I looked anywhere but at his blazing pools. My gaze trailed down, settling on his lips, pressed on a thin line. His jaw clenching and sharp, stubble covering his smooth skin. I willed myself to stare into his clothing instead. Maybe it’s not as distracting as his facial features. It didn’t help.

I was starting to wonder if I should hit the table or something. I need him to talk about this so called marriage agreement right now!. Honestly,the man was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. And if I hadn't been grinding my teeth to powder,my jaw would be embedded in the plush ankle-deep carpet right then and there. His jet-black hair was neither long nor short nor straight nor curly but somewhere sexily in the middle. He was clean-shaven but with rich dark stubble surrounding his nose and mouth and along his chiselled jaw. Would they leave stubble rashes on my soft skin?

grip. He looked exactly like he did in his photos. It was a rarity, but he was true to his image. Mid-thirties, wearing the obligatory well-tailored suit, and still no tie. He clearly believed he shouldn't be tied down by convention, thinking "outside the box," while simultaneously showing off that thick neck. He was still rough-shaven, matching the beauty pics on his website perfectly. It was an interesting choice; it meant he took the time to shave specifically to maintain that sexy stubble—not too hairy, but just enough. The sweep of his hair was still meticulously messy. This one goes to a lot of trouble to look like he didn’t go to a lot of trouble.

“Well, Luanne, do you know where I could find a cute, bratty rabbit?” Right here! Right here! Me! “No, sorry.” “That’s a shame.” We maintained eye contact the entire time, well more like his eyes were holding me captive as a cocky grin grew on his face. This was the first moment where I realized he had a slight stubble. He put his hand on the right side of my neck, his thumb gently coming to rest on my pulse before he spoke.

*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.*

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He swallowed hard, his Adams apple hopping a little in his throat. I must've been paying too much attention, too much that I began to notice the beard bumps on his neck. Not only the beard bumps, but also the acne, the tiny hairs, his hair pore, and a tiny scar from an injury he must've sustained while shaving. My eyes wandered upwards; his beards were thin lined, looking very curly and suiting on him, an evidence that he took extra care of them. His lips were a light shade of pink, and although they looked a bit dried and cracked, they were still enticing. His nose, perfectly structured and edged, had about three strands of hair in it. The hairs would've been invincible if I had not been in