The Butterfly

"What are you looking at?"

Talia placed her hand on Arthur's cheek and asked. That guy had a gentle look trained on her and although it made her warm, she felt a little uncomfortable with the stare.

"It's prickly," she rubbed his cheek over the stubble and her lips pouted cutely.

"Yes, help me shave," Arthur came out of his thoughts and dragged her to the washbasin. She understands him, trusts him and acts unusually cute. He wanted to distract himself from ravishing her once more.

He used to have these urges around her a lot, but now after having a taste of her last night, he wanted more and more.

"Okay," Talia followed him. She shaves her legs. She reckoned it would be the same.

"Are you kidding me?"

Talia couldn't help but scream when she saw the happy looking guy taking a straight razor from the leather travel pouch with his shaving supplies.

"No, why?" Arthur opened the razor and shrugged.