Waxing Poetic on Chest Hair Removal
Emma had seen chest hair of all kinds before—thick, thin, dark, light, a small amount, and an obscene amount. But this guy? It was somehow...perfect. And he wanted it gone? For the first time ever, she kind of hated her job if she was supposed to rid the world of that beauty. (modern AU featuring manscaping + the ensuing smut when it grows back)