I D Flex But I Like This Shirt Novels & Stories

asks Grid, "I really like it." "I think it's Miu Miu," I say, my face scrunching up as I try to recall where I got this, "if you want, after I wear it tonight, you can have it." "Would it even fit me?" asks Grid. "I think it would," I say, holding up to her chest and she helps by spreading it out. It does happen to be a wide and large shirt, which is smart on Grid's part to select both a large and relaxed shirt for me. Since it is a date, and not anything else. Being Grid and a workout queen, she's got hard large shoulders and a curvy body of a desert goddess, she's a little buff compared to me. But I think it'll fit her.

They didn’t care about what the customer was looking for, they only cared about the profit. The hemp shirt really looked to be an ordinary shirt. She didn’t really like the feel of hemp on her skin either. It was scratchy and uncomfortable. It wasn’t what she was looking for at all. She frowned, “I’m not interested.” The shopkeeper tried again, “It won’t hurt to just try it on. Trust me.”

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.

A deep frown crossed my face at the thought. I woke up late this morning and I’d only just had my bath when these girls came in on cue. I picked a red floral shirt with white and black patches of roses on it and a matching black skin-tight jeans. It was the simplest outfit amongst the rest and I’m not one for dramatic clothes, I like to feel comfortable in my outfits.

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.

“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.

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"If you like, I could show it to you later." Hayan nods. Hajin laughs at him. "You're really quiet." I'm shy and I lose my sense of communication when you're near. "Y-yeah." They're both walking quietly when an arm suddenly appears on his shoulder. Based on the perfume he's smelling, it's Red. "Hayan. Good morning." And it's indeed Red. He looked casually handsome especially when he puts his hair up, where he looked fresh and cute. But of course, he won't let Red knows about it or else he would use it as an opportunity to persuade him on joining the band.

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.