part of the crew // damian priest

Chapter 8 // Unstuck

"Dude, you look insane," Luna giggled as Damian came out of the ocean, his hair draped over his face and dripping with salt water.

Luna still snapped a picture of him, enjoying how much fun he was having with this interview and his time here in general. Not only was it contagious, it made for some beautiful images that Luna couldn't wait to go over later.

Damian caught her attention when he flicked at the water, some droplets hitting her skin. She glared at him playfully to which he just responded with a smirk and sunk back into the water. He appeared shortly, his hair now fixed.

Once they had arrived at the location for the interview, Damian and the team got right into the production, not wasting any time. Luna quickly got accustomed, understanding the best places to stand and get shots of Damian while not being visible in the interview or distracting to anyone. Although, unlike a WWE show, it was quite easy to grasp the way this crew was filming and it did not take long for her to get comfortable. Damian understood her cues immediately, making sure he gave her as much attention as he was giving all the other cameras. She may be biased though, but she believed she was getting the better content because he was giving her more, but that could just be her delusional self. However, she liked this work environment already and was excited for what was to come.

Currently, most of the interview had been done and they were now waiting for the jet skis. It was the last part that had to be filmed and he was glad it was just going to be him having fun.

"Okay," Luna came closer, the water now up to her knees. "You should put this on now."

Damian looked down at the life vest that was in her hand, stretched out towards him.

"Yes ma'am," he teases, taking the life vest from her and putting it on with ease. "How do I look?"

Luna's eyes traveled up his body, allowing herself to finally take him in as she had been resisting all day. With the sun hitting his skin and the glistening of it from the water and sun combining, it was hard not to just stop and stare at him. But she was proud that she remained strong, really wanting to make sure her work was her best due to the opportunity it presented.

Hey, he gave me permission, she defended herself. Imma take it.

"Amazing," she admitted, maybe way too honestly, and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "Your tattoos look so good in the sun, we have to take pictures of them."

I feel like I can't resist complimenting him, she admitted defeatedly to herself. Every feature of him deserved some love.

A genuine smile broke out on his face, his heart racing a bit at her honest answer. He was expecting a teasing response, but this was even better. However, still not being able to accept a compliment, especially from her, he deflected and distracted himself by running his fingers through the warm water.