# Chapter 6: The Shaving Kiss
Hello, my wonderful readers! It's me again, your devoted narrator. How are you all doing today? I hope life is treating you kindly, because we have quite the scandalously tender chapter ahead of us! Now, let's not waste another second—today I shall guide you through the deliciously tense, toe-curlingly awkward, and unexpectedly intimate events of Chapter 6 of *The Untouchable Ex Wife*. Trust me, my friends, you will want to hear every heartbeat of this one!
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It was a morning that seemed to hold its breath, suspended in golden sunlight that filtered through the window in lazy, dancing beams. The mottled shadows played across the room, signalling the start of a new day filled with possibilities—and for Renee, an unbearable amount of nervous tension.
There she was, kneeling beside the bed, razor in hand, staring at the man she had once called her husband. In the past, she had groomed his face countless times without a second thought. But today? Today, her hands trembled, and her heart hammered against her ribs like a caged bird. Why was this so different? Why was her breathing suddenly shallow, rushed, unsteady?
The answer lay right before her, looking entirely too tempting for his own good.
Stefan's masculine features were practically sculpted by the gods themselves. This morning, with his eyes closed, he looked almost peaceful—an ethereal sight with his deep-set eyes shadowed by thick, sweeping lashes. The warm sunlight caressed his alabaster cheeks, casting delicate shadows over his jawline. And those lips... those lips were always arranged in an elegant frown, as if the burdens of the world rested upon them. Yet Renee found them absolutely kissable, utterly tempting.
Her gaze wandered lower, tracing the slender column of his neck down to the prominent Adam's apple that rose and fell with an almost hypnotic rhythm. It was extremely sexy. He was extremely sexy. There was no denying the breathtaking reality that this man—this infuriating, arrogant, deeply complicated man—was also devastatingly handsome.
**"What's the matter?"**
The sudden voice snapped Renee out of her reverie like a bucket of ice water. Stefan had frowned slightly, his sharp senses catching on to the rapid, uneven sound of her breathing. He had noticed something was off, and being who he was, he could not let it pass.
Her face flushed. How could she possibly tell him that she had been sitting there like a starving woman, contemplating every sinfully attractive detail of his features? She internally panicked, wondering if perhaps he had clothes missing... or pants unbuttoned... or—
No. No, she needed to pull herself together.
"I'm fine," she managed, her voice a touch too high. "Hold still. I'll shave you like I used to."
Stefan, ever suspicious, seemed to weigh her words for a moment before relaxing. He leaned back against the headboard, obediently closing his eyes and lifting his chin slightly in acceptance. Renee's heart stuttered at the gesture. It was such a vulnerable, trusting position—giving her complete access with his eyes closed, at her mercy.
She raised the razor, her fingers trembling slightly. But just as she moved to begin, her hand knocked against his shoulder inadvertently. It threw off her balance, and she instinctively reached out her free hand to steady herself against the bed. In the process, her arm brushed against Stefan's chest as she tried to regain her composure.
Stefan was startled by the sudden shift, and his instinct to steady her meant that his hands lifted, moving to catch her. But as he shifted his position and reached out, his hands accidentally touched her body in a place he had not intended.
"Hmm... It feels different. Pretty soft."
His fingers moved, exploring the unfamiliar texture with innocent confusion—though "innocent" was doing a lot of heavy lifting. He could not tell what part of her body he was touching, so his curiosity took over, and he began feeling around with a genuinely puzzled expression. His thoughts, however, were not quite so innocent. *It's soft. Smooth. Different from anything I expected.*
**"Hey... What are you doing?"** Renee instantly blushed, her face turning a shade of crimson that rivalled hibiscus flowers.
Stefan had unknowingly placed his hands on her waist, then moved them lower, roaming with a deliberateness that looked absolutely intentional. His expression, however, was sincere and confused—almost scientific in its curiosity. It was that innocence that kept her from slapping him across the face.
Finally, realisation struck like a bolt of lightning. His hands had found something they should not have—an intimate, soft, perky area of her body. The moment his brain processed what his fingers were touching, Stefan yanked his hands away as if he had been burned by fire.
**"I'm... I'm sorry!"**
His ears—those proud, aristocratic ears—flushed bright red. How mortifying! He had only wanted to see why she had stopped, but he had somehow ended up groping an area that made him look like a complete pervert. He quickly raised both hands high above his head, surrendering completely, refusing to touch her again even by accident.
Renee took a deep, steadying breath. She could feel the heat creeping up her neck, but she managed to summon some composure. After all, they had once been married. There had been numerous intimate moments in their past—far more revealing than this accidental grope. It would be silly to make this into something bigger than it was.
"It's fine. I know you didn't do it on purpose," she said generously, though her voice betrayed a slight crack.
Stefan coughed, a strange expression crossing his handsome features. "You may start now. Ask me if you don't understand anything."
"Really? Okay, I'll start now."
Renee swallowed again, her throat suddenly dry. The air around them grew thick and tense, charged with an electricity neither could deny. The two of them looked like a pair of blushing young lovers, their breathing fast and shallow, tension wrapping around them like silk threads. The atmosphere was suffocating... and intoxicating.
All she had to do was look at him leaning against the bed like that—chiselled jaw, vulnerable posture, Adam's apple bobbing with every swallow—and her thoughts spiralled into dangerous territory. She was trembling with barely contained want. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to give in to her desires, to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.
But Renee was nothing if not disciplined. He was still weak, still recovering. She needed to take this slowly, carefully.
Wait... what was she thinking?
Honestly, earlier during that embarrassing moment, her mind had been elsewhere. She had been so absorbed in admiring him that she had allowed her thoughts to wander—somewhere between romantic fantasies and sensual desires. It had been a slip of concentration, plunging her into an awkward situation. But now? Now she had to focus. She could absolutely not let her fantasies get the better of her and do something she would regret... right?
*Right?*
She looked at the handsome man before her. He was so defenceless in this moment—eyes closed, lips slightly parted, as if awaiting whatever came next. Her heart raced. A bold, mischievous thought began to form in her mind.
*Since he gave me permission... since he is so vulnerable right now...*
A dangerous glint sparked in her eyes. Yes, it was bad. In fact, it was terribly bad. But she had been the obedient, loyal wife before, and where had it gotten her? Divorced. Broken. Alone. Now? She was the untouchable ex-wife, and this man owed her... something. Perhaps a little torment of his own.
Renee leaned closer until her lips hovered beside his ear. Her warm breath fanned across his skin as she spoke in a voice laced with mischief and suggestion, "Then, hubby, I'm going to start undressing you now..."
The playful, teasing tone was unmistakable. She wasn't simply about to shave him anymore. She was taking the game to an entirely new level.
"Since you said to start... I'm going to take off your clothes first. Is that alright?"
Stefan's eyes snapped open immediately, his body tensing beneath her gaze. He was stunned speechless, his heart skipping several beats. What was she doing? Why was she saying such things with that sultry voice? The word *hubby* lingered in the air, wrapping around his consciousness like a silken thread, making his thoughts hazy.
But just as his shock threatened to turn into something else, Renee suddenly shifted. The flirtatious energy she had summoned seemed to evaporate as she let out a soft, self-conscious laugh. "Joking aside... I'm going to shave you now. Don't move."
Stefan exhaled a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. Of course. She was joking. Just playing. Right?
But Renee's heart was thundering. She had almost given herself away. There was a reason she had pulled back—because the dangerous seductive streak she had been flirting with was very, very real. She put down the razor she had been holding and, with her slender fingers, she began unbuttoning his silk pyjamas instead.
One button...
Two buttons...
Three buttons...
Stefan held his breath. Every brush of her fingertips against his skin sent electric shivers through his body. Slowly, inch by inch, his bare chest was exposed to the morning light—chiselled muscles, smooth bronze skin, the physique of a man who disciplined his body with relentless dedication.
Renee could feel her mouth go dry. Dear heavens, this man was breathtaking.
Her mind flickered back to memories of their previous life together—the playful moments, the stolen kisses, the nights when their bodies had moved together in perfect rhythm. She remembered how he used to tease her, knowing exactly where to touch to undo her completely. And in those buried memories, she had always held back, always been shy, always been the timid wife who never initiated anything wild.
But things were different now.
She was no longer the wife who waited. She was no longer afraid to take what she wanted.
"Hubby..." she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper as her fingers played with the last button of his shirt. "Your skin is glowing beautifully. I always thought so, but I was too shy to tell you."
Stefan could not breathe. His jaw tightened. The air between them burned.
"Now I've finally mustered up the courage to tell you," Renee continued, her fingers grazing his bare chest, featherlight and teasing. "From head to toe, every inch of you is mine alone. No other woman can dream of coveting you."
Her teasing had crossed over into something else—a declaration that hung in the air between them like a challenge. Her cheeks were flushed, her heart drummed, but she held his gaze with surprising boldness.
There was a long beat of silence. Then Stefan, whose ears had turned red and whose composure had cracked, raised his hand slowly. She thought he might push her away. Instead, he placed his palm against her forehead, his thumb pressing gently.
"You don't have a fever," he said hoarsely.
Renee blinked. What? That was his response? She couldn't tell whether he was being genuinely concerned or trying to deflect the tension. His voice carried a subtle roughness that made her stomach flutter, but she couldn't decipher if she had succeeded in flustering him or if he remained as stoic as ever.
Eventually, with great difficulty, she composed herself. The shaving finally commenced, but the electrifying energy between them never quite dissipated. Every touch was heightened. Every breath was shared. Each moment in that sunlit room stretched, carrying the weight of unspoken feelings and unresolved history.
When she finally finished, she gave him a satisfied nod. "Done."
Stefan released a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding. He adjusted his pyjamas, covering his exposed chest once more, but the memory of her fingers against his skin was not something so easily dismissed. His ears were still burning red, though his face remained remarkably composed.
"I'll go prepare breakfast for you," Renee said softly, turning to leave as natural as she could manage.
But as she reached the door, she felt his gaze on her back—heavy, searching, completely absorbed. Stefan watched her retreating figure with an expression he couldn't quite name. There was longing there, lurking underneath years of emotional armour. And something else stirred in his chest—something that felt like remembering what it was like to be *her husband* in every sense of the word.
As the door clicked shut, Stefan finally allowed himself to whisper into the now-empty room:
"Renee..."
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
What an incredibly tantalising chapter! The tension between Stefan and Renee is so thick you could cut it with a knife—and yet, it's wrapped in this layer of tenderness and vulnerability that makes your heart ache for both of them. Renee's boldness is a wonderful development, showing how much she has grown from the shy wife she once was. Watching her tease Stefan, watching *him* become flustered, was deeply satisfying. And that ending? With Stefan calling her name to an empty room gave me chills! The intimate atmosphere, the playful dialogue, and the raw emotional undercurrent made every paragraph a pleasure to read. The only reason I'm not giving this a perfect score is that the chapter left me wanting *more*—which is the hallmark of exceptional storytelling!
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ **Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars**
## Next Chapter Prediction
Given Stefan's reaction and his soft whisper of her name at the end of this chapter, I anticipate that he is about to face an internal battle. His walls are cracking. Renee's bold teasing has clearly shaken something loose inside him. I predict that very soon, he will stop hiding behind his cold demeanour and truly chase after her—perhaps with jealousy ignited when another man shows interest in Renee! Watch out, Stefan—your ex-wife is untouchable no longer, but can you be man enough to touch her heart again?
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