I D Flex But I Like This Shirt Mga Nobela at Kwento

He shrugged. I sighed. “When did all this happen? Weren’t you sick or something and—” I paused at the obnoxious smile on his perfectly shaped face “I don’t even like dresses.” I blurted out. It wasn’t a lie, I didn’t like dresses, it wasn’t that I was a tomboy or anything. I just preferred whatever made me comfortable and apparently, jeans and a shirt did.

As long as I don’t pant, I’ll be fine. There’s a detail around the neckline and sleeves that made me choose it. It’s a loose blue micro plaid pattern that gives off the vibe that I’m wearing a man’s work shirt under my dress when I’m not. It’s actually attached to the dress. The neckline is folded, the shirt collar dipped around my breast, forming this V shape that made everything look good.

It just seems to make the world a little brighter. My eyes run over him, stopping when our gazes lock. "Yeah, I think it has more to do with those shirts." He glances down at himself, and it’s clear he has a penchant for snug T-shirts that cling to him, sometimes even being slightly sheer. There isn’t a she-wolf alive between the ages of 15 and 50 who wouldn’t appreciate the sight. Today’s choice is dark blue… a color that suits him exceptionally well. He pulls at the bottom of the shirt as if inspecting it, giving me a clear view of his abdomen while I’m sitting down, and I bite my lip to stifle a groan of frustration. "My shirts?"

My pride would need to take a backseat for now. Reluctantly I get dressed casually in jeans and an oversized shirt. It's comfortable but decent enough to pass the main entrance. The oversized shirt kind of makes me look like a kid wearing her older brother’s clothes but I don't care. I like this style a lot. Like most days I half-assed putting on makeup. It's not that I didn't like wearing makeup, but I'm running late already. Whatever the results are, I need to live with it for the day.

She says flicking through her phone and then holding it up for me "Exactly like that?" I questioned "Yes!" "Okay but you know this is a men’s shirt and ladies don’t wear it." She rolled her eyes "I know, the shirt is not for me it’s for Roger, he likes turkey designer shirts and I’ve been meaning to get him one, so when I heard that its latest design is out I decided to get it for him although it’s gonna be hard because the mall has one piece only and many people dying to get it." She explained

Sіnсе thе lаѕt орtіоn is оff thе menu for now, I might аѕ wеll mаkе thе mоѕt of mу dау wіth whаt I can. My laundry іѕ fоldеd аnd rеаdу so I get іntо mу gуm gеаr. I like wоrkіng оut in an old tее shirt аnd gуm ѕhоrtѕ. Nо need fоr lycra. As lоng as it ѕоаkѕ uр thе sweat, I’m hарру.

“Damn. My shirt’s never looked better. Fits you like it was made for you.” I rolled my eyes. “Lucky me.” He smirked. “You are lucky. No other woman has ever worn one of my shirts.” “I hope I don’t barf on it,” I said dryly. Ryker grinned wider. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Barf-worthy hot—I like it.” We stepped out of the changing room. I tugged Ryker’s oversized shirt lower and kept my head down. I just wanted to disappear before anyone else saw me like this.

They get a little too wild for my liking. After looking thought my clothes for a few minutes, I finally pull out a black shirt that hangs off of one shoulder with little jewels outlining the top. I then go over to my dresser and pull out a mini jean skirt. I may be showing skin but at least I am not showing off my boobs like my friends. I also go with a pair of flats. I am only 5’1” but I don’t like adding to my height. My hair is currently pulled up in a bun on the top of my head so I let it down and fluff it out some.

I want to get to know him and have him get to know me, but how am I meant to do that when he keeps me at arms-length all the time? With a heavy sigh, I step into my closet and take off my shirt and go to lay out my clothes for tonight. Since Eisa and I didn’t get to go out the other night because my parents had to act like royal bigots, we’ve decided to have a do-over tonight. I go through my closet and lay out some black skinny jeans and black suede shoes. I go to grab my favourite club shirt, but I can’t find it in its usual place. I rummage through the entire closet and even check the hamper, but I can’t find it. Last I wore it was last week, so there’s a good chance I’ve misplaced it or

* To Be Continued * Shin wears a red dress which makes her look even more beautiful, so Redric feels jealous of the foreign men who visit Restaurant Essort continued to stare at Shin without blinking. Yeah, right now Shin looks like a royal princess, white skin with a sharp nose, slightly pointed chin and slightly wide eyes, also with naturally curvy lashes, plus thin lips that make anyone who sees him tempted.