"There. Now you don't look so very serial killer with a forest fetish vibe." His rumble of a laugh has her jumping. That's my vibe. huh?" "Oh, it is very much your vibe." He regards her wvith a skeptical arch of his brow concern flashing o ver his handsome face. "Suppose you want me to shave the beard."
"God no," she says without thinking. "I love the beard." She can't resist pressing up on her tiptoes to run a palm down his thick black beard The coarse strands tickle her palm. Her core fires, sparks, as she resists the very idiotic urge to lean forward and sniff. Just inhale Solomon like the best kind of bong hit.