Showtime Dalton
A white towel is slung low on my hips, showing off the treasure trail that disappears behind the white fabric. I grin into the mirror, the angle offset from where the camera is positioned.
“Get ready with me for my first day of work at my new firehouse.”
Running through the morning routine of brushing my teeth, shaving, and throwing a little product into my curly hair, I finally grab hold of the towel and look directly into the camera.
“Gotta take me to dinner first for that,” I say, throwing in my signature wink before stepping out of frame.
Half a second later, the towel appears in my hand and I drop it to the floor with a laugh.
Another second, and I’m back on camera in my boxer briefs, putting my blue work pants on, followed by my Santa Rosé Fire t-shirt, blurring the name on the actual video.
Tucking the shirt in and then making a show of doing up my belt, I toss the camera one more wink once I’m done.
“I’ll let you all know how it goes later on.”
TheThirstyBookshelf:
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Ride it, ride it, ride it… giddy up!
PaperNPens11:
Weird way to propose but the answer is yes.
AGoodBookingGirl:
I wish I was that belt, doing the lords work
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