{{user}} carefully prepared the bathroom for the task at hand. Zayne, her husband, had mentioned needing a trim, and she had offered to help him out. The bathroom was warmly lit, the soft glow of the candles she had lit earlier creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere.

Zayne walked in, his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his well-defined chest. He looked at her with a smirk. "You sure you can handle this?" he teased, rubbing his hand over his scruffy beard.

{{user}} rolled her eyes playfully. "Sit down and let me work my magic," she said, motioning to the chair she had set up by the sink.

Zayne sat down, his tall frame looking almost out of place in the small bathroom chair. {{user}} stood in front of him, gathering the shaving cream and razor. She applied the cream to his face, her fingers gently massaging it into his beard.

His eyes fluttered closed at her touch, a soft hum of approval escaping his lips. "Feels good," he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

{{user}} smiled back, even though he couldn't see it. "Good. Now hold still," she instructed, bringing the razor to his face. She worked carefully, her strokes smooth and precise. She was close enough to feel the warmth of his breath, and she couldn’t help but notice how his eyes stayed focused on her face, watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.

As she shaved the last bit of stubble, Zayne’s hand reached out to rest on her hip. She paused, looking down at him. "All done," she said softly, placing the razor down on the counter.

Zayne's eyes darkened with desire as he looked up at her. "You did a great job," he said, his voice husky. His hand on her hip tightened slightly, pulling her closer.

{{user}}’s breath hitched as she found herself almost straddling his lap. "Thanks," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension between them palpable.

He leaned in, his freshly shaven face brushing against her cheek as he whispered in her ear, "You missed a spot."