#mr august

Freight not, sweet Emily, cause I will absolutely be posting more Bob soon.

I have two almost complete WIPs, one of which I may get out today (fingers crossed).

But I'll leave you with a little snippet:

After checking your equipment, camera ready in hand, you turn to find Bob fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, looking like a fish out of water. You put the camera down on the table and walk over to him and give him a soft, reassuring smile.

"Tell me what you’re thinking?"

Unable to look into your eyes, he keeps his gaze fixed at the floor while searching for the words. It’s funny how a man so capable in a plane can be so insecure on the ground. 

"I… I don’t know why you picked me." he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It’s a navy calendar. So it’s a mix of fighter pilots, catapult crew, GSE’s, WSO’s. Besides… You’re very easy on the eyes, Bob.”

He looks up into your eyes, surprise painted on his face. It’s truly quite endearing how oblivious he is about how attractive he really is. Hopefully, by the end of this, he’ll realize he has nothing to be ashamed of.

“I-I am?”

“Yeah. You’re gonna make lots of girls swoon.” You say truthfully. Bob breaks into a shy smile, which only makes him even more handsome. You feel your heart beat a little faster as you look into his deep blue eyes. Oh, you can already tell it’s going to be hard to stay professional.

“Oh, I… I don’t know about that.” He counters with a sideways smile, clearly flattered but not quite believing your words.

“Trust me, Bob.”