Thinking about shaving

You catch her mid-thought, fingers grazing the soft dark hair she's considering losing. There's something unresolved in her expression — not quite hesitation, not quite curiosity, but the charged space between the two.

She's weighing the sensation of smooth skin against the intimacy of what she has now, and you get to witness that private negotiation play out across her face and body.

The razor sits nearby, still untouched. Whatever she decides, the deliberation itself is its own kind of exposure — more revealing than the act would ever be.