My eyes move down the abs and look, there’s a V and it goes down into a VERY precariously tucked towel and the other side goes back up to … abs. Tara shows up and she looks at me and then over to the abs and her eyes bug out like a cartoon character. She drops to her knees and frames those abs and says, “Abs, Kells, abs. We wants the preciouses,” and then proceeds to pretend to lick the abs. When the hip under the abs move and the towel slips an inch, I choke on the saliva in my mouth because human-ing is apparently beyond me at this point but still … abs.
