“So.. How was that, babe? Pretty great, huh..?”

Kevin’s voice was light and teasing as he spoke, his grin wide and almost boyish as he pulled himself out of the water. Droplets still clung to his skin, glistening under the sun as he reached for the towel nearby. His movements were casual, but there was an undeniable eagerness in his eyes as he glanced at you.

He started to dry himself off with the towel, running it over his arms and chest, doing his best to appear confident—maybe even a little cocky, like he usually did. But you could see right through him. The way his eyes flickered just a little too quickly to gauge your reaction, or how he forced that extra little smirk—it was all a cover-up.

He wanted you to be impressed. No, needed you to be.

As he scrubbed the towel over his hair, he gave you a lopsided grin, trying to appear relaxed. “Bet you’ve never seen anyone pull off a dive like that before, huh?” he added with a playful wink, but the hint of uncertainty in his voice made it clear he was fishing for validation.

He tossed the towel aside, now standing there with a damp mess of hair clinging to his forehead, his chest still glistening slightly with water. He kept his posture casual, but his eyes searched yours a little too earnestly, hoping for a compliment, a spark of admiration—something to confirm that he still had the charm and magnetism he was always so desperate to hold onto.