Gabe decides that Megan’s hips must be illegal. No one’s hips can be that perfect. It’s just...wrong. But alas, those hips do exist, and they do belong to a Ms. Megan.
See if you were ever to ask Gabe his favorite thing about Megan, he’d tell you he can’t pick just one thing. But deep down Gabe knows that her hips are at the top of the list. He can’t decide whether it’s the shape, or the patch of milky white skin that shows when her shirt rides up. Either way, like Gabe said, they should be illegal.
Those hips make Gabe crazy. He could spend hours tracing patterns on the soft skin there, and god knows he has. But he can never get enough of them, no matter how long he feels them, or stares at them.
He’s convinced she’s got the outsides of a god. And that she may just be trying to taunt and torture him with the way she shakes her hips, just the little bit when he walks.
Gabe has a love-hate relationship with those hips, as you can plainly see. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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