Near four o'clock, Matthew returned from the cemetery. After removing the church service, the time for moving the grave was greatly reduced. As soon as the honest young man entered Benjamin's warehouse, his eyes widened, and he looked at Benjamin's white and smooth chin uncertainty.
"I used your razor." Benjamin was a little uncomfortable. He felt that his chin was warm when he was basking in the sun. When he went into the warehouse, he felt that his chin was cold.
"Oh." Matthew scratched his head, pupils that were as light as gray looked down Benjamin's neck and the gray and loose vest; Benjamin's chest was still very hairy. If the opponent was not his Alpha, Matthew would want to say that it was not the chin but the chest that should be shaved.
Benjamin frowned, followed Matthew's gaze, and lowered his head. With the conversation in the shower at noon, it was easy to guess what he was thinking, "Do you think I should shave?"
Lola's eyes lit up!