You were in the bedroom while Frankie spent a considerate amount of time in the bathroom. You could hear his shaving machine going, thinking he was trimming his mustache or something. You didn't expect him to appear in front of you, face clean shaven as he flashed you a shy smile.

Your eyes widened at the sight of him. You couldn't help but stare in stunned silence at the smoothness of his face. The usual rugged scruff along his jaw was gone, replaced by a clean-shaven look that exposed previously hidden dimples and the sharp contours of his angular jaw. His hair, as usual a mess of soft curls you loved running your fingers through. You had never seen him like this before.

"So? How do I look?"

Frankie asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.