"Yeah. Don't you forget it," he said with a smile.
Twenty-five years. It was enviable, really. To be able to get it right the first time like that, but a quick calculation told him that it was still far from impossible. Better a little late than never. And God, she was just wonderful. If she'd have him for that long.
The affectionate wiping with the wet cloth brought him out of himself again and into her eyes. "Perfect," he told her, without actually touching it. It probably wasn't about the shave.