I D Flex But I Like This Shirt Novels & Stories

Even if her hair is a little curly, she is still stunning; in fact, it enhances her beauty. He attempted a smile while biting his lip, saying, "It looks well on you too. I used to be brave, but now I'm cowardly and embarrassed to talk to him because he's so friendly and seems at ease. She's gorgeous, but how much is that t-shirt? I'm wearing the clothing my dad got me; I was in high school but I still have them, and it still fits; it used to be a little loose but now it suits me. "Is that worth five thousand or ten thousand?"

I just hissed as she turned back her gaze to me. "I just remember why your shirt looked so familiar, that was the same brand that was wearing by my new crush on the latest fashion magazine that was issued for this month." It made me look at my army green shirt that has tiny Hebrew characters printed on it. It was actually from my Mom. She bought it for me last week when she had her shopping with Mrs. Monroe.

Satisfied with the big dress I am wearing. "Is there smaller than this? It's fine, I'm okay with it, but is there smaller?" I asked. "That's the smallest shirt I have here." He said sadly. "It's okay! I like it. I just need to style it." I said cheerfully and smiled at him. Ghad! He might suddenly buy clothes outside.

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.

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.

We have been walking for about ten minutes and it feels like it has just been seconds. "Why are we talking about that asshole? We should be talking about us..." he winks. "You know... You plus Me... We." I just laugh at that. "You are not my type, Flex." He holds his chest and gasps, gawking at me. "Did you just!" "Leather jacket + ripped jeans + Mohawk + too cute = Trouble." I've seen guys like Flex in college. They are heartbreak ambassadors and they sleep around and complain about their girlfriends being nothing but "crazy psychos"! Thank God I never dated one. I learnt from other girls' experiences.

Izabella caught a glimpse of Lindy behind him and realized she was nowhere to be found. "Why are you doing that?" Aleksander held the soft cotton shirt to her, "I think this shirt would go better with those jeans. But keep what I said to Lindy a secret." She smiled while holding it up. "Wow, Aleksander..." The light blue shirt appeared to be tailored especially for her. "I have seen that you adore wearing flowers and clouds on your clothes." She chuckled. The hemstitching on one side has adorable white clouds. "I adore it." "I knew you would. Now that you're dressed, we can go. I'll take care of the purchases."

Needing to touch him. The second to last button is tight and won't fit through the buttonhole, so I fist the material and pull the shirt apart, exposing his muscular chest. "Damn, Sugar Lips, this is one of my favorite shirts." Lukis steps back, allowing the shirt to fall from his shoulders, a huge smile displayed on his face. I shrug. "Don't worry. I'll buy you a new one."

When he went in and came out with a very big, coffee brown shirt, I stared at it and asked, "Do you really wear this? I mean, it's obvious this is not your size. It's very big even for you." I took the shirt from him and kept staring at it in surprise. He laughed and said, "Well, there are days when I wear it. If you are not comfortable, I can get you something else. But surprisingly, it's one of my favorites, despite how big it is." He tried to take back the shirt from me but I held on to it and refused to give it back to him. "If it's your favorite, then I'm going to wear it," I said.

I pulled it on, being careful to keep the towel wrapped tightly around me too. “Hey, I was wondering where that shirt went,” he said, nodding at my t-shirt. I gasped immediately thinking he was going to ask for it back. This was my favourite t-shirt. I put it on whenever I felt like being a slob and lounging around the house. “You’re not getting it back, I love this shirt,” I stated, waving my hand in a dismissive gesture. “Fair enough. It looks better on you than it does me anyway,” he replied, with a grin, looking at my legs.