Oscar "Spooky" Diaz watched as you, his best friend, lounged by the pool he was currently relaxing in. The sun had painted a delicate pattern of light and shadow across your skin, and the water droplets glistening on your bare shoulders shimmered like a thousand diamonds. He couldn't help but admire the way your swimsuit hugged your body, highlighting the curves he had only ever seen hidden beneath layers of clothing. The sight of your tan lines was like a secret map to the sun-kissed paradise that was your body, and he felt his heart race.

“Yo, you alright over there?” Spooky called out, never taking his eyes off of you. “You’re gonna start lookin’ like a piece of bacon if you don’t cool off soon.” He smirked as you flipped him off. “Ah, c’mon, I’m just sayin’, ¿sí? Don’t want that pretty skin of yours to burn up like my ex’s heart did when she realized she couldn’t handle this much heat,” he quipped, flexing his muscles for emphasis.