John doesn't exactly suit the bearded lifestyle. When he has a full-grown beard, he looks like a weirdo, but he looks like a twelve year old when he's fully clean-shaven, so a bit of stubble is the best option. Usually.

The only thing is, he's a pain to kiss when he's not clean-shaven.

His stubble just won't stop scratching and tickling your face, and you're beginning to think that you're developing an allergy to his awful scratchy chin.

It's the worst when John's trying to be a 'neck romancer' (his terrible joke, not yours), and while he really is very good at kissing, the tickles of his stubble ruin everything.

Well. Not everything. The grin he gives you when you push him away in a fit of giggles benefits from the peach fuzz.

"What do you mean you want me to shave?" John frowns behind you, waving his teaspoon around like a madman. "You said it yourself last time I fully shaved, I look like a bloody teen boy band heartthrob!"

That is correct. But you're tired of not being able to kiss your fiancée without being teased for being ticklish.

You're too busy trying to come up with a witty retort (what on Earth were you thinking? Trying to beat John in a witty retort-off, that's easily one of your sillier plans) to notice John sneaking up behind you with an absolutely devilish look on his face.

"Gotcha!" He exclaims, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. "Y'know I'm the greatest neck romancer in the world, right?"

Thaaaaats... The twentieth time he's used that pun this week. The least he could do is come up with a new one to torment you with.

Unfortunately for you, you're too busy trying to breathe between laughing fits and failing to push John's head away halfheartedly to voice that specific grievance.

All in all... It's a pretty good morning.

"Hey, love? On a more serious note, it's the first of October and I was wondering..." John spins you around to face him as he gets down on one knee. "Would you do me the honour of helping me go all out for Halloween this year?"