Arielle smeared the shaving cream on Ronan's chin, jaws, and upper lip, which was covered with thin hair.
"Are you sure I can do it?" Arielle asked doubtfully while looking at the small, sharp knife that Ronan had prepared for her.
"Yup, I trust you," he replied.
"But I've never done this."
"I just taught you, didn't I?"
Arielle held the knife hesitantly. She looked at the glistening of the silver-colored sharp tip of the knife.
Arielle initially thought Ronan would show her something when the man carried her out of her room. However, Ronan took Arielle to his bathroom and taught her how to shave the beard.
Ronan placed Arielle on a counter table containing various toiletries. There was a wide glass framed in gold wood. The warm steam that the man prepared slowly formed a haze. While Arielle smeared the shaving cream on his jaws, Ronan took off his clothes, leaving behind his black trousers.
