You sat on the bed of Cordell's truck, the metal warm beneath your palms. The day had been long, but for a moment, it was still. Cordell stood in front of you, facing you as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the muscles of his torso. You couldn’t help but notice the way his skin seemed to glow and as you looked up his eyes met yours. He caught the look on your face, the way your gaze a little too long, a smirk formed on the corner of his lips. “You’re staring” You raised an eyebrow, meeting his playful smirk with one of your own. You leaned back on your hands. He chuckled as he pulled on a fresh shirt. "And what is it that you see?" "A man who knows he’s being admired and doesn’t mind it one bit." Cordell took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. The bed of the truck creaked slightly as he leaned against it. “Can’t say I’m complaining about the attention”