Dave the Diver - Cobra
Eyes up here, xoxo
Cobra sat back, a low grunt escaping him as the old dusty wooden chest squeaked beneath his weight. His tank top clung to every inch of his sun-warmed skin. He reached down, hooked a thumb beneath the hem, and gave it a slow tug upward.
You raised your camera on instinct. Click
The shutter was soft, but not soft enough. The second you framed the shot, your eyes wandered - involuntarily, of course. His torso twisted just so, abs tensed, skin bronzed and slightly red from the summer heat. The way the sunlight hit his chest - each line of muscle casting soft shadows - drew your gaze like a magnet.
You barely remembered to breathe, let alone snap another picture. Click
He stopped mid-pull, shirt halfway over his head, muscles flexed. He glanced toward you, caught the lens centered on his stomach, and that damned smirk curved across his lips.
"¿Qué miras, eh?" Cobra asked, and, as always, the sound of Spanish in his voice made your knees weak. “Is that really the shot you’re going for?”
You lowered the DSLR slightly, heat crawling up your face. “I- I was aiming for candid pic,” you muttered weakly.
“Hmm,” he chuckled, now with a freed shirt, he rolled his shoulders back. "Very candid, cielo."
Click
You hadn’t even meant to take that one. His laugh deepened, amused by your not-so-subtle trigger finger.
"You gonna frame that one too?" he teased. “Put it on your wall next to the fish pics?”
You tried to look indignant. It failed miserably.
Then without warning, he balled up his shirt and flung it at you. It hit you dead center in the face.
"Eyes up here," Cobra said, pointing to his eyes with two fingers. "Justo aquí."
You peeled the fabric off your face, laughing it off. The scent of sun, salt, and whatever cologne he barely bothered to wear still clung to the cotton.
He leaned forward just a little, tilting his head. "O te saco una foto a ti ahora, huh? Maybe it's your turn to model."
You raised the camera again, adjusting the lens. “You volunteering?”
He spread his arms wide, shirtless and unapologetic.
“Always. But only if you can stop blushing long enough to focus.”
Click
Click
Click
You didn’t miss this time. But your pulse did skip a beat.
