[She knows. She can tell it's a moment between them, even if neither says anything. She doesn't comment on his hands under her shirt, and takes advantage of not having lathered up his neck to lean in and press a soft whisper of a kiss to his adam's apple.
She pulls away, and leaves the razor on the counter after cleansing it of stubble, then picks up the brush to cover his neck too.]
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She pulls away, and leaves the razor on the counter after cleansing it of stubble, then picks up the brush to cover his neck too.]