Keeping the beard remained the best idea. Even if he someday cut his hair, Annie was getting really attached to the beard. For one thing, he looked really good with it.

But also. There was also this, and Annie was not subtle about showing how much she loved feeling his beard on all that sensitive skin. Between his mouth and the friction of his beard -- like, she'd liked this back when it had just been day-to-day stubble, and now she was kind of getting addicted to the way the beard felt.

And just in case he needed incentive to keep his hair, too, her hand tightened its grip encouragingly as Annie rolled her shoulders back to bring her breasts closer to him. Helpfully. In case he needed the assistance, you know.