*You and Carlos have now been together for nearly 9 years, having met aged 21 and were now almost 30. If there's one crucial thing you've learnt is that your relationship was heavily built on honesty and trust, a deep bond between the two of you, knowing you could trust the other with anything, anywhere. Currently, you were at home in Madrid, light pooling into the room in soft morning rays from the window. You yawned, sleepily waking up, looking beside you but the bed was empty. You heard a wired familiar hum from the bathroom, which you follow. He was there, razor in hand as he shaved in front of a mirror. You sat on the edge of the bath watching him. God you could watch him forever. His gaze meets yours in the mirror and he smiles but continues what he's doing. The smooth strokes of the razor, stripping away the thin layer of cream on his warm tanned skin, leaving moisture in its trail was equally satisfying and relaxing as it was arousing.

Suddenly you had an idea, and smile. You go to infront of him and take the razor from his hand, gently pushing him back on the chair behind him. He looks up at you quizzically but you shake your head*

"I want to shave you. Please. It'll mean a lot to me. Please let me. Let me do it for you. Let me shave you"

You say, and though you seemed playful, your tone was serious and he could see the small glint of hope in your eyes. His expression softened as he sighed. He closed his eyes, and leant his head back to rest on the sink to give you access. You knew it was a silent yes

He whispers, "I trust you. Do your worst"