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It started with a single rogue hair. A pale tendril of steel-grey sprouted from the edge of Henry’s temple. The first time you ever noticed was when he was hovering above you after an intense lovemaking session. Bodies still entwined, droplets of sweat trickled down his forehead as he remained staring with awe when there it was. Sticky with sweat and hiding among his dark curls, distracting you in the most extraordinary way possible.
You thought it was outstanding. Yet you never mentioned it. Knowing your husband had his insecurities, you didn’t want to say something that may hinder his self-esteem. If it was your hair that was turning white and he was to say something that day would have gone down in history as the most terrible day of your life.
So you’ve let it linger, silently admiring the way Henry gracefully matured, looking finer with every new colourless hair or wrinkle that appeared on his face.
Months passed, and the single stray hair turned into a beautiful moonlight kiss that grazed his curls. Until one morning, you found him standing at the fore of the bathroom mirror staring at himself.
Still covered with foamy remains of shaving cream around his jawline and a towel around his neck, he brushed the silver streak with awe as if he was dazed of how he changed over time.
His eyes found you through the reflection, and he grinned, signalling you to come closer.
“Your bear is going grey,” he murmured as he pulled you into an embrace and pressed his chin atop of your head, mesmerised by the image of the two of you in the mirror.
Breaking into a wide smirk, you turned to face him instead. Fingertips gently pressed against his soft hair, your eyes filled with nothing but admiration.
“I’ve been waiting for you to turn into a silver-fox for years,” you admitted, “you have no idea how much of a turn-on they are.”
Henry chuckled and then reached his hands to lift you up and sat you up on the sink, his thighs forcing your legs to spread for him.
“Well then, in that case, Mrs Cavill, I can’t wait to grow old with you,” he retorted and pulled you into a deep amorous kiss.