Greg rolled his eyes. "I didn't wake up this morning with a craving. It was a joke gone too far; and the women at the salon didn't have a razor. They did nails, and wax." As evident by his smooth chest and arms, which he rubbed idly, from the odd feeling. "At least I don't have to see this all the time,"
Glancing back in the direction of their room, he stepped back. "'Had your laugh? I need a bath," He'd been on his feet all day, and really needed some heat.