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All she wanted to do right not was return home and crawl into her bed. “Here,” Adam said. He threw her a Nike hoodie. “It’s cold out tonight,” he said. “Thanks,” Alice said. She slipped into the hoodie as she left. It was too big, but the fabric was warm and fluffy on the inside. ‘And it smells like him,’ Alice thought.

She couldn’t wait to surprise her new friend with it once they got settled. “I hope this is alright?” Whitney splayed her palms out on the denim surface of the skin tight jeans from Urban Outfitters and grinned impishly. So she does own a pair of boots. Hollis whistled in approval at the tan hiking style footwear, and let her eyes trail up to Whitney’s cotton pink sweater with the words “Candy Girl” inscribed on the center. The other girl’s hair was tied up in a messy bun, and even without makeup her skin gave off a fresh, dewy glow.

Alex stared at the book in front of him. This time around, he wasn't wearing any hoodie or clothing that could cover his face. He was just plain. His long shiny black hair was tied up into his favorite hair position - the ponytail. His sharp jawline could be seen clearly just fell a side view. In front of him were different books from different authors and at first, he looked like someone who didn't a get a thing that he was doing. He picked up the pen and got closer to the small table that was about his size - the sitting position and proceeded to read something.

Beneath them stood rows of polished leather boots and rugged jackets. I bypassed the suits, searching for something comfortable, until my eyes landed on a thick, soft grey hoodie. Rummaging a bit further, I found a drawer filled with his Calvin Klein designer boxers. I pulled out a matching light grey pair and slipped them on. Thankfully, because he was so massive, the boxers sat comfortably high on my waist, the hem reaching halfway down my thighs, while the oversized hoodie swallowed my frame completely, falling almost to my knees. It looked quite decent on me—like a cozy, makeshift dress.

I turned to see Alex leaning against the doorway, a mug of coffee in one hand. "I wasn't snooping." "I didn't say you were." "I was just..." He finished the sentence for me. "...missing him." I sighed. "Is it that obvious?" Alex walked into the room and looked around. "You know what I miss?" "What?" "The fact that he somehow owned fifteen identical black hoodies." I laughed. "They weren't identical." "They absolutely were." "They were different brands." "They were black." "They had personality." Alex looked at me with complete seriousness. "Hoodies don't have personalities."

I dug deeper, hoping something cozy had miraculously spawned overnight. Still Nothing. I spun around, ready to give up and go to school in my towel when I saw it. The hoodie. Still draped over the chair, still smug, like it was waiting for me to pick it up. It was Black, Oversized and Warm. Smelled like pinewood, midnight mistakes, and him. I froze. “Don’t even think about it,” I said out loud. The hoodie didn’t respond. “I’m not wearing it.” It still didn’t move to hide from me, just sat there. Innocent and Dangerous.

his father spat and tossed back the rest of his drink. "Stay away from that girl," "Or what?" Garin challenged him. "Or it will be the end of her, you or both. The Red Hoods don't associate with shifters," he stalked from the room. Garin looked at the large book in front of him as if it were diseased. It appeared to be an encyclopedia of sorts. The Red Hoods emblem, a hood encircled by a bow and arrow, was embossed on the front in faded gold filigree.

He burned something. Not Loro Piana £2,500 hoodie, because he didn't have Loro Piana, he had real Primark £15, but his father bought him Loro Piana hoodie for birthday, £2,800 now inflation, navy, to wear to Carter Logistics board meeting for kids. Noah hated Loro Piana. He wanted Primark.

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"Sadly." "I'm home already!" Steve exclaimed. "So, well. Let's start getting ready for tomorrow." It was more fun that Liam could ever imagine. He and Steve picked their clothes for the weekend together, Liam threatening to disconnect the call every time he picked a shirt and Steve picked one in the same color so they could match. Eventually, Liam went with a patterned shirt and a turtle necked shirt in a color he was positive Steve didn't have. Hiding from the camera as much as he could, he packed his jeans in the bag. Steve suggested taking hoodies in case it got cold and grabbed a black hoodie first. Rather coincidentally, the first hoodie Liam set his eyes on in his closet was a black on