C39 Addiction

Vinny looked to himself in the mirror, picking apart his features. First, the blue eyes, glowering from beneath a brooding brow, then the tired rings that clung below; then to a bit of shaving cream, streaking the protruded jut of his jaw. He swiped a razor along the fine curves, clearing the last bit of stubble away, and washing his face with the water he cupped in his hands