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It is a simple red shirt. "Will they like that?" Alexis asked worriedly they all sighed. Zylo grabbed a watch and showed it to Alexis. "How much is that?" She asked then Zylo showed her the price. Alexis grabs her wallet then looks at her savings. "I think I should just buy the shirt though. That's too expensive." Alexis answered then picks up the shirt that she thought would fit the brothers. •*•*•*•* After buying the shirts, they went to the bookstore to buy the things that Aitan told her that he needs.

he said, showing me the engraving like I hadn’t personally requested it. “Personalized and everything. Damn, babe.” “Don’t call me that.” Next came the three shirts. He held them up one by one, his eyes all over it in a way I have never seen an adult appreciate such a low Budget gifts. I wish I would have given him something more expensive. Not because I like him or anything. He has done alot for me and seeing how appreciative he is...make me want to give more to him. “Black with grey dots… another black with red design. These look really nice...I love black but this is even better.”

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He even took a whiff of the unique fragrance, and the divine power in his body became particularly active, overflowing with Buddhist zeal. ‘What is this tea? It seems to contain the taste of laws. ‘I wonder if I can drink it?’ Alex thought about it, then looked around him. Invisible to others, a row of old bookshelves full of books was at the side of the shrine. At first glance, there were remarkable, ancient books made of the skin of mythical creatures. There were also immortal books made of multi-colored ancient jades, golden books covered with dazzling, lustrous golden lights, and even strange books enveloped by lightning.

I end up buying several cute keychains and a pink octopus plushie. We head to the next stall where they sell shirts with bold prints of the Tropical Thunder Circuit. Some designs show a racer mid-turn which I swear looks like Reed with its red and black color palette. Others have the race logo across the chest with tropical flowers wrapped around it. Evelyn holds up a shirt against me and squints like a stylist. I laugh and shove it back onto the rack. I can’t resist buying the black and red shirt before we move to the next stall.

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” “Whatever do you mean, brother? How would I know? Aren’t those shirts right there?” She said, pointing at the open luggage and feigning innocence. The shirts are in neon colors: pink, green, orange, and yellow. Jude picks up one of the shirts, and the logo reads, ‘GIRLS WANNA HAVE FUN!’ Then he picks up another one, and it has a teddy bear riding a unicorn. Not to mention, they all look a size too small.

They had purses but I snagged a backpack that was shaped like a cup of ramen that I could put all the clothes in. It was easy to see Marek’s towering figure in the men’s section. He was looking at the wall of shirts that were displayed with funny sayings or pop culture references. Walking the cart up next to him, I nudged him with my elbow. “Find anything you like?” “Why are they $25 each?” I had to seriously shove down the laughter. “If you buy three it actually breaks down to $17 each.” “I’m pretty sure I could buy every shirt on this wall and it would still be e cheaper than the one I’m wearing.”

“I hope so.” She seemed to remember she was supposed to be selling him something. “These shirts are pretty basic. The ones with the custom embroidery are over there. Are those more your style?” “Actually, I’m wanting something simple. And without sounding boring, I’m looking for white or black.” “Classic choices.” She eyed the breadth of his shoulders. The length of his arms and torso. Then pulled out four shirts. Two white, two black. “These are the same brand but the fabric weight is different. Try them on. The dressing rooms are back by the boots.”

It's easily my favorite fortress when I'm forced to reside in the city limits. A bright green flying disc cuts across my peripheral vision, and the moment my head turns to track it, my wolf hits a complete wall. I freeze dead in my tracks. There is absolutely no forgetting those high, sharp cheekbones, those full, dark lips, or those long eyelashes. He’s wearing a pair of bright athletic shorts and a thin tunic with bold letters stamped across the chest: My Book Boyfriend Is Better Than Yours. The ridiculous phrase actually forces a low chuckle from my throat. He commands my absolute focus in the exact same violent manner he did yesterday in my sanctuary.

Instead of following her, I make myself comfortable and lay on my bed, hoping she will get bored and go home. Instead, she comes out with a pair of black jeans, a belt with a silver wolf’s head as the buckle, and five coloured shirts. ‘You must try this one on first Boo-boo,’ she smiles and hands me a silver-grey shirt,’ ‘Can’t you just pick one? Then I don’t have to try it on?’ ‘This will be more fun, Magnus.’ Rolling my eyes, I sit up on the bed and remove my shirt. ‘Magnus, my-my, you're so much more masculine than I even imagined,’