Nate watched her for another moment.
Then slowly, he leaned back into the chair again. The amusement never fully left his face.
Aire avoided looking at him directly as she picked the razor back up from the vanity table. The warmth from their earlier laughter still lingered faintly in the room, settling strangely beneath her skin.
"Okay," she murmured softly, trying to sound unaffected. "Let's get this done with."
Nate immediately sat up straighter.
Aire blinked faintly at the sudden obedience. He nearly amused her again.
She stepped back between his knees carefully, lifting the razor once more. She had one hand settled lightly against his shoulder while the other angled the blade carefully beneath his jaw.
This time, she shaved slower and more carefully.
Nate remained unusually still beneath her touch. His eyes stayed on her openly now instead of pretending disinterest through the mirror.
Aire tried very hard not to notice.
