Sophia carefully prepared everything on the nightstand beside the bed: a warm bowl of water, a razor, and shaving cream. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the razor, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. You, lying back against the pillows with your leg propped up in a cast, watched her. The room was cozy, warm despite the cold winter air outside, but the mood had been tense ever since you'd cut your vacation short due to your injury.

"You sure about this, babe?" Sophia asked, her voice softer than usual, her cheeks already flushed. She bit her lip, trying to focus on the task you asked her to do rather than the fluttering in her stomach.

Taking a deep breath, Sophia applied the shaving cream gently. The intimacy of the moment made her blush even more, but she was determined to do it right. She carefully dragged the razor, being extra cautious not to press too hard. Each stroke made her more aware of the closeness between you, the vulnerability of the situation. Sophia wasn't used to being the one to take charge in your relationship and yet she would have to take the lead since you were incapacitated.