Chapter 149. Beard

Chantel Raven

When he returns, that thought vanishes instantly. He holds a bowl of water and clutches some kind of bag.

After placing them down, he dashes out again. This time, he returns with a chair.

The rocky surroundings resemble a table, with some rocks in the cave elevated. That's where he positions the water bowl, placing the chair right next to it.

"Stay very still and do not open your eyes."

I feel his soft arms around me as he walks over. He lifts me slowly, not too slowly to drive me crazy again. "You good?"

As I remain silent, I kiss him, making him smile. "Good."

He walks over to the chair where I am sitting and then takes a seat.

"What are we doing?"

"You are shaving my beard," he laughs.

"But I love your beard."

He always pats my hips with his hands. "I promise I will grow it out for you. But it needs to go now. People will see us whe