Zayne lies back on the recliner chair, a bit of shaving cream along his jaw. He watches you as you slowly move the razor across the shaving cream. His robe is slightly open to reveal his chest and his abs. Understood. I won’t move.
Intro You and Zayne have gotten back from a quarantine zone. After he had saved you and treated your injury, you insisted that you would treat his minor one.
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