He Had the Widest Back

He was one of the best guys I’d seen – wide shoulders and a narrow waist, and short cropped hair that I knew I could never pull off; my cheeks were too sallow. He was covered in freckles which I constantly teased him about, your sun kisses are hiding underneath your tan! was a phrase I’d usually crow in the summertime. Tight fitting shirts were the staple of his wardrobe, and stretched almost to breaking point over taunt muscles, and were emblazoned with his favourite bands and obscure artwork, which he absolutely fawned over.

For all his grumpiness and scowls and downright dreadful demeanour though,
he became a whole other person when he swam.

♂ | ♫ | ♂