Most days, she made him feel deeply perverted simply by being herself. It wasn't her fault that she was a mega babe. She had no say whatsoever as she was assembled into this Barbie-like masterpiece. She didn't ask to be well-endowed, and she didn't ask for her bum to be molded after the world's most succulent peach. She didn't ask for that face, one of understated yet striking beauty. She asked for none of it.

Yet was awarded it all.

"Hi," she finally uttered after a prolonged staring.

"Hey," he replied, pretending to still give a fuck about the book.

"Lucas?" she murmured. "Can you let go of the book...