Thick-ankled, thick-skinned

They lay in bed, wasted with fluids and the remains of smoldering passion. And she brought it up. Once again. That name that made him cringe every time as he knew it was her jealousy that drove her. And she knew it was his undeniable adolescent infatuation for the other woman.
'You should seriously, seriously come to terms with whatever you're feeling for her,' she stated matter-of-factly.
'If I've told you once, I'll tell you again, she is nothing more than another good ol' friend.'
'Uh-huh.'
'Yep. Besides, it's you I want,' he said, leaning over and giving her a long, full kiss.
'Naughty, naughty boy...I know that, silly. But I mean, you guys gotta talk and resolve all that bottled up chemistry you talked to me about when you two were very close. She might mistake it for something else, ya know.'
'Nah. She's nothing more than a friend I tell you. Besides, the chemistry was more on her part. That's what she said when she called me, remember? I can't even imagine running my hands through her legs like this.' He ran his fingers down the length of her legs, and up again, teasing her, and kissing her neck.
She laughed, asking 'and why is that?', knowing very well what his answer would be.
'Thick ankles,' he murmured, burying his face in her torso.
'Stop it, you're tickling me,' she gurgled, adding 'You are a very mean man, you know.'
'I do,' he said, hiding them both under the blanket,'and isn't that why you want me too?'
They laughed and the second round was on.
***
She finished her cup of coffee, snapped out of her reverie, and turned around. She had watched them long enough. Their body movements suggested they had been intimate. The girl with thick ankles, and the boy with thick skin.
'Let's go, love.' She turned back to her companion. They instinctively held hands and walked toward the moviehouse from where they came.

This was her real chance for a man. This was her destiny, saying hello to the real drama of love.

This was the boy's real chance at puberty. This was his destiny, saying goodbye to the real drama of love.

Touché.