Shirtless

CONNOR 10:15 PM

Something just doesn’t feel right. Isabel has been acting super strange for the past week. She mentioned that there was a new recruit at work. A Spanish man on an overseas experience. I wouldn’t have thought twice, except she mentioned, “He kinda looks like a model…”

Was it a loaded comment? Maybe I am reading too much into it. But Isabel getting an Uber home? No way… I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I sat around while she worked overtime at the gym. Maybe I could keep her company?

I don’t climb. I tried once when we first started dating. My upper body strength is fine. I just get antsy about heights. Isabel called me a chicken all day.

ISABEL 10:15 PM

“Dude… Why are you shirtless? It’s like the middle of winter and freezing?” I say. He is fit. Like really fit. But it kinda makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. Being alone with a shirtless guy. One that is not my boyfriend.

He had tanned Spanish skin. Bulging pecs and hard lean six-pack-abs. His biceps were so thick. But it wasn't in a gross bodybuilder way. It was in a model way. Yeah he looked like a model with his chiseled jawline and dreamy blue eyes. His smile could win awards. Seriously… Not my type…

“It’s more freeing,” he said, “Why don’t you try it?”

I blushed pink. He just asked me to go topless. So casually…

“No way!” I say, “Perv!”

“You got me… I am such a perv…” He laughed.

“You know what… I am up for a challenge…” I removed my sports bra and my big DD breasts dropped. He watched them fall. Like he was under a spell. This was harmless after all. Just an experience.

“Good… Let’s climb,” he smiled.