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Tamara was a sucker for Matilda. She would never admit it of course, considering Matilda's ego was big enough.
But every part of her just pulled Tamara into a trance. So when the gang all went to the beach together it was hell for Tam. Seeing Matilda in a bikini? It was all too much for her.
She would stretch, her hip bones jutting out. Her arms lanky and thin, sprinkled in freckles. She had light ginger hair all over her body, something she had never been ashamed of and Tamara admired that. Her long fluttering eyelashes. The way her lips moved when she spoke.
Tamara was a mess and she felt so imperfect compared to her. She had forgotten to shave, dark hair covering her thick legs. Her stomach was pudgy, stretch marks covered the sides of her body.
But Matilda always praised her and told her how beautiful and wonderful she was. She would call her pretty in front of other people and hold her hand.
They made awful jokes that no one understood, stuff that was only shared between them. They would flirt despite not having any official romantic connection. Tamara was a mess for her, absolutely.
She could only hope that Matilda felt the same way when it came to her.