Neckline Stubble Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“Because if I cut my hair short, I will look like my dad?” I grit my teeth and snapped my head to Allistori. He shrugged and shook his head. “You need to have stubble for that,” I laughed and tried to ease the tension between us. Allistori glared at me because I knew he hates it when I pointed out the little stubble on his jaw. Rover scowled. “ My real dad.”

*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.*

He had a strong jawline that I made me wonder what it would feel like if I traced my tongue along it. His neck was even more enticing, the way his pulse beat against the side of his neck, made my own pulse quicken. His skin was a little rough-looking, yet that didn’t stop me from wondering what it would taste like. Nor did it stop me from wondering what it would feel like to sink my teeth into the side of his neck. Okay, something was seriously wrong with me. Why the hell was I fantasizing about someone I just met? He was beyond hot, in ways that I didn’t think were possible. How could stubble on a guy, that probably hasn’t shaved in a day or two, look attractive?

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.

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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

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?”