Before opening her eyes, she luxuriated in the way her muscles were deliciously sore. She stretched and frowned when she didn’t feel Adam next to her. “I am here.” Opening her eyes she turned and saw him standing at the chest of drawers as he glided a blade over his strong jaw and down his throat. He sloshed the razor in the ewer and pulled the blade over his face, removing another trace of soap. She smiled. “How come you don’t wear a beard?” He shrugged and continued to shave the remainder of soap from his face, his head tipped back and his chin tilted upward. She watched him, gaining a little thrill of pleasure to being privy to such a personal act. “We do not follow a lot of the customs more traditional Amish do. You will see the longer you are here.” “Like what?” “Well, all of our women wear white bonnets, where most sects only allow the married females to wear such a color upon their hair.” “Why?” “I suppose it is to keep our females safe from outsiders.”
