She woke up in her bed without a care in the world. Then she remembered the day before.

I wonder…is he still…? She looked over beside her, boyfriend slept soundly, his face its normal pale flesh. She stroked the side of his face, all the way down to his chin, which was unusually hairless.

Her face scrunched up in a bit of confusion, where was his beard? She normally couldn’t see it anyway, since the hair grew in albino-white there, but she could generally feel it.

She cuddled up close to him and nuzzled her face against it. Still no hair, had he shaved?

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Feeling a little desperate this morning, are we, dear?”

She giggled, “Just a little bit.” It was the truth, she did rather want it a little more than usual this morning.

“Let’s get to it then, I’m up and ready.” He wriggled himself closer into the curves of her body.