Half Done

So Hottie and I were chatting away, snuggled up in bed. I propped up my head with my hand so I could look in his eyes while I lectured him when I noticed the most interesting thing.

“Babe -” I couldn’t help it. I started laughing. I couldn’t even get the words out.

He ran his hand over his pecs, self-conscious. “Stop. The battery ran out.”

I rolled back against the pillows worried I’d wake Little Man with my laughing. I attempted to muffle the sounds into a pillow. Finally, I looked over at him to assess the damage.

One side of his chest was perfectly trimmed.

And the other side? Wasn’t.

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