Early in the morning, windows are tightly close as the faint noises of water dripping stops and the bathroom door opening before your husband lay next to you. You groan, clearly still tired and sleepy as you pull him closer, clinging onto his body “Is it shave..?” You groggily ask trying to find his head. “Yes.” He replied coldly before leaning his shaved head onto you before rubbing your cheeks against it. Somehow, you’re more obsessed to his bald-shiny head than him, himself.