Novel & Cerita I D Flex But I Like This Shirt

Everything smelled faintly like him, cedar, citrus, and something warm underneath that I still couldn't name without my face heating again. I slid my fingers over the edge of a t-shirt and pulled it free. It was dark blue. Soft. I held it up against my frame and stared. It was ridiculous. The shirt hung down like a dress, the sleeves dropping past where my elbows bent in. The hem brushed past my thighs, almost to my shins. I looked like a child playing dress up with her father's clothing. A laugh tried to bubble up, both nervous and quiet, but I swallowed it down and shoved the shirt back in the drawer like it personally insulted me. I tried to make sure that it was still somewhat folded.

“I like it. It’s just that my breasts are super sensitive, which is why I don’t wear a bra and why I prefer wearing your shirts.” “Oh.” Her smile widened. “What did you get for Ezra and Obsidian?”

he said, laughing and joking before leaving. I heard the door close, so I came out of the shower room. I sat on the sink, embarrassed by my own foolishness. I kicked the air in frustration. I looked at what was inside the paper bag he left. There was a T-shirt and shorts with the brand Shien in purple, my favorite color. Next were red underwear and a red bra with the brand Victoria's Secret. I took off the towel and tried on the underwear and they fit me perfectly. The bra fit me just right too. He's really good at choosing.

“Why do you get to complain when I dress the way I like, but I can't when you dress the way you want? “What's the problem with what I'm wearing?” I looked at him from head to toe. He had a maroon colored button up shirt which still wasn't buttoned all the way up, showing off his tiny gold chain and too much skin. Let's not even start with his jeans and sneakers. “Everything.” I pointed out. “Especially the shirt. Can't you wear a sweat shirt instead?” A disgusted look settled on his face and I let out a sigh. “You know what, fine. I'll go get ready.”

Sophia's POV To be honest,about that guy Jacob... I'm kinda glad that he doesn't finds me attractive because of my size.I wasn't put on this earth to impress anybody but myself. I don't need a man to tell me if I look good or not or if I have a perfect body shape or not.I can do that all by myself! I know that I look good every day,my hair and my outfits be on point no matter where I go.I always smell extremely good,my attitude is savage,and I'm very loyal.So,I see nothing wrong with me and I don't see anything wrong about me.I swear,men like Jacob are nothing but a bunch of judgemental pigs who think they're too good to be with a girl that haves extra meat on her bones.

It’s not that it won’t suit him, but Aiden’s aesthetics and style is far off for this shirt to be his. I wonder if its for…”Are you buying this for Asher?” I asked cutting straight to the point, and his face immediately turned ugly. “Why would you say that?” He grumbled, his tone defensive. “Really? Cartoons on a shirt?” I replied, deadpan, as if he was even trying to hide it. “It’s not your style, Aiden, and we both know it. The only person I know who likes shirts like that is Asher.” “Tell me, did something happen? Are you bullying him and trying to make up for bullying him by buying his favorite cartoon shirt? Then you’re going to bully him again and do the same thing over and over!?” I s

She said, stepping out of the bathroom. "Like?" I raised a brow questioningly. "Unthink it then. I can never like him!" "Why… "He's too annoying, a ladies man, doesn't give two fuck about others. What's there to like? Sorry that he's your brother." I apologized raising my hands. "Apology accepted." She smiled. "But I was going to ask why you sounded defensive." "Oh!" I said quietly. "I think I'll wear this." I took out an oversize orange tee that had a caption on it which read 'Sky In my Mind' and a denim shirt.

After waiting for what felt like ages, with no clothes arriving, I decided to explore his closet to see what would fit me. The wardrobe was predominantly filled with formal wear, royal garments, and neatly hung button-down shirts, all of which were much too large for me, even though I was on the thick side. But I continued scanning meticulously, not wanting to disorganize the perfectly arranged closet. Finally, after several minutes of looking, I came across a shirt that seemed about the right size. It was adorned with a smiley emoji and the words "Smile for me, even when you're sad" printed above it.

The words read, ‘I am the idiot’. “Really?” I narrowed my eyes on him. “Hey, I just picked out the first thing I saw. Not my fault that the shirt was in your size and this one was in my size. I didn’t check until after I bought them.” Liam shrugged and turned away from me, but not before I caught the smirk on his face.

He added and I forced a smile on. He walked out of the room and I breathed out loud. He is really happy to be next to Celine's heart. I am happy he is happy. At least, they aren't fake like both of us. I searched my closet for a casual clothe to put on. I saw a large shirt Which I fell in love with Immediately. I wore it and it stretched down below my a*s. I picked up my bumber shorts and wore it under it. As I walked in front of the mirror, my a*s