Bondi Rescue Imagines *DISCONTINUED*

Deano

DEANO

I was in the tower, the beach quiet and overcast, so a few of us were huddled in the tower trying to kill the time until the sun came back out. Jesse and Jethro were bickering about surfers and bodyboarding, a conversation which didn't interest me so I instead focus my attention on y/n who was sat next to me. They kept rubbing their left eye and had been doing it on and off for the last ten minutes.

"Are you alright y/n?" I ask, concerned.

y/n nods, "yes, it's just I think there's something in my eye."

They keep rubbing their eye, and quite frankly as concerned as I was the gesture was also starting to annoy me. I reach over and pull their chair towards mine, and they stop rubbing their eye and glance at me.

"May I?"

y/n nods her head and bites their lip. I hold their face in my hands as I examine the left eye to see if there was something or not, and there was a single eyelash sitting just under the left eye. I blow the eyelash away and y/n blushes.

"Now it's gone out of your pretty little eye," I say, smiling and shooting them a caring look.

y/n tilts her head to the side, "T-thank you!" they stutter.

I reach out and put my index finger and thumb under their chin, leaning forwards and brush my lips across hers, "you're welcome."

"Ew gross, the two of you need to get a room," Jesse calls out, fake gagging.

I release y/n's chin and she turns around in her chair to shoot Jesse and Jethro a colourful finger gesture. No one could call y/n and I gross because we rarely showed affection at work wanting to keep it professional as the relationship was pretty new.