I was staying in a downtown hotel in Chicago with my (at the time) longest term girlfriend, Sadie. She and I met in college, writing pretentious reports about dead pretentious writers. There was a series of group projects, study groups, coffee, and sleepovers, and we were a couple before we had even really noticed.
Sadie was a thin-framed woman with an earthy outdoorsy, aesthetic. Slender build, with very well developed and very kissable collarbones, and deltoids that dipped into her shoulder muscles to give you the impression that she may have been a gymnast in a past life.
But those weren’t her only hidden traits. Her above mentioned thin-frame *exploded* at her waist to the most picture-perfect hips and butt I have ever seen on a woman. She’d usually wear an oversized dumpy hoody like a potato-sack to hide her figure. I don’t know what it is about modest, shy women, but I fall for them. Hard. Especially if they have big hips.