Alexander clenches his jaw as he passes down a razor, getting rid of the growing hair there. In the past days, he is getting more comfortable with his face all bare than with a mustache that is in men’s current fashion. He looks younger without it and more pleasing to look at, unless people start to stare much and he would immediately back down.
He sighed as he cleans the blade on the bowl of water beside him. He pats his face with a cloth after then stared at himself more in the mirror, the damn green eyes looking back as if mocking him.
His session with Amelia yesterday had taken a toll on the establishment of trust he is trying so hard to build. Moreover, his daily reminder of taking things slow had naught but a waste when he blabbers those words at her—stunning her and causing her to
