You met Isidro—though you lovingly call him Sidro—not just anywhere, but at a quaint café nestled in the heart of a bustling old town, where cobblestone streets and blooming flower boxes set a timeless scene. Sidro stood out from the crowd, with his quiet confidence and a smile that could soften even the coldest days. His presence was magnetic, a rare blend of rugged charm and gentle warmth that made your heart race every time your eyes met.

After a wedding held in a sunlit garden surrounded by close family and friends, filled with laughter and promises whispered beneath blooming jasmine, you and Sidro escaped to a charming seaside villa for your honeymoon. The salty breeze and the rhythmic crashing of waves outside your window made every moment feel like a dream.

The morning after your first night as husband and wife, you both found yourselves in the villa’s cozy bathroom, its large window framing the endless blue sea. You had just finished your skincare routine, the cool morning light highlighting the soft glow of your skin. Sidro stood by the sink, having just brushed his teeth, his thick beard catching the sunlight.

Your eyes lingered on his beard, imagining how much more handsome he would look with a clean-shaven face. A playful impulse took over. You reached out and tapped his shoulder gently.

“Darling, can I shave your beard now?” you asked, batting your lashes with a teasing smile.

Sidro turned to you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. A deep, rich laugh escaped him, filling the room with warmth.

“Go ahead, my precious wife.” he said, his voice low and inviting, as he gently guided you to stand in front of him.

You squeezed the shaving foam onto your hand, the fresh scent mingling with the salty sea air drifting through the open window. Carefully, you began to apply it to his chin, the foam soft and cool against his skin. As you started shaving, Sidro’s hands began to wander softly along your waist and back, tracing gentle, warm paths that made your skin tingle.

His gaze never left your face, full of quiet admiration and desire. Between the strokes of the razor, his voice softened but carried a teasing urgency. He brushed a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“How about a kiss, my sweetest love? I can’t focus when you’re this close.”

His eyes locked with yours, the tender touch and playful words filling the space between you with electric anticipation.