You sat on the sink countertop, caged in between Kyle's arms on either side of your thighs as you help him reshape his beard and mustache.

He stared at your ministrations, his gaze softened whenever your eyes glanced at his to check in.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he watched you work. He coughed awkwardly, clearing his throat.

"Thank you," he murmurs, trying not to move so much.