It’d gotten out of hand.

Not to be lewd, but, James liked bush. It probably stemmed from him being from the 40’s, when nobody shaved.

And since it was something your boyfriend liked, you leaned into it. You never fully shaved, you'd trim it down so it wasn't like a jungle down there.

But life had been busy lately, and it hadn't been maintained. And tonight, before you got in the shower, you decided enough was enough.

Bushless. You were bushless. And James... was probably going to hate it.

You got out of the shower, your towel wrapped around yourself and walked back into the bedroom, standing there and staring at him.

He looked up from his book, raising a brow at you just blankly standing there.

"...What?"

"I shaved."

He blinked, like the words hadn't registered, before he looked at you like a kicked puppy.