Oscar loved showing his affection anyway we could. He’d touch you and hold you, peppering sweet kisses all over your face. But you had a slight problem with his kisses when he decided every now and then to grow back his beard.

You never really voiced the problem except as disguising it under sarcasm and jokes. You didn’t want to lower his self esteem with saying he had an itchy beard and you didn’t like it. I mean it looked good on him but it didn’t feel all that good on you.

One night while climbing in bed Oscar wrapped an arm around you, nuzzling into your neck. His beard scratched against your sensitive neck, sending a shiver down your spine. But the more he continued the more your neck got irritated.