Roman had just finished drying Evelyn's hair when he reached for the shaving cream on the counter. Evelyn watched him for a moment. Then, without saying anything, she hopped up onto the sink. Roman paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he stepped closer, settling naturally between her knees. "Want to help?" He asked.

She nodded. He placed the cream in her hand, guiding her fingers. "Just a little." Evelyn leaned in, carefully spreading it along his jaw. Her touch was soft, a bit unsure at first, but she didn’t pull back. Roman didn’t move.

He simply watched her. "Like that," he murmured. When she finished, Roman took...