I Heart My Girlfriend Sweatpants Novels & Stories

“Hey. It’s just parents, teachers, and free food. You’ll survive.” She laughed softly. “When you put it that way…” I leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. She kissed me back, her hands settling at my waist, thumbs brushing absently like she always did when she was thinking too much. “You look beautiful,” she said quietly. I grinned. “Obviously. I’m your girlfriend.” That earned me a laugh,real this time. She stood and reached for her outfit: a simple dress, not flashy, but somehow perfect on her. Iris never needed effort to stand out. She just… existed that way.

"Love you." "Ew," I faked a cringe. "Bye." The doorbell rang once more. "Coming," I answered at the top of my voice. Damn, is he impatient? I dashed to my room and hurriedly checked myself out in a mirror. A tacky crop top and biker shorts won't do. I picked out a black sweatshirt with 'I'm that bitch' inscribed on it that Sophie gifted me last Christmas and navy blue jeans. I had my hair straightened in the morning, grabbing a hair tie, I styled my hair into a ponytail and reapplied my makeup.

She looks up at me and smiles, her beautiful green eyes sparkling. "Are you sure you've never dated before? You're way too good at this" she says suspiciously "Cross my heart. My only girlfriend was Jessica Sanchez in the third grade. Dated her for a whole week" "Was she prettier than me?" she says narrowing her eyes, but obviously joking as she tries not to laugh "Not possible." I tell her, laughing but I'm completely serious "Hmmmm" she says, but doesn't say anything else. We sit in silence for a few minutes while she makes a playlist and then she scrolls through the playlist, picking 'Bloodstream' by Stateless. I listen to the lyrics in silence, smiling when the chorus hits

It was a known fact that Melody Shaw, the school belle, only dated people for three months. Yet, she went out with me for nine months. Everyone said that it was proof that I was her true love. However, a viral post in the forums said that her true love, Mike Clint, had returned and that she would ditch me for him soon enough. I thought it was a joke and wanted to show it to her, but she turned to her side and pulled away from me, pretending to be asleep. I thought she was upset that a girl gave me her number, but I needed her contact information for my report. So, I pulled her into my embrace like nothing was out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were sealed shut. My h

But it's hard for me to care when with every second I spend in here with this woman I hate him more and more for putting me through this. I don't think I can do this anymore. I don't think I can work for him while he has a girlfriend. I don't want that at all. But for the moment, I have to finish this report because it's one of the few things he's asked me to do that's important. Once I'm done, I get up to go print the document. "That's a really cute sweater, Andy," the girl says, and just because my back is turned to her I give myself permission to roll my eyes hard and mock her stupidly loud voice, "You're super cute, do you have a boyfriend… or girlfriend?"

“But I was planning on grabbing a coffee at Starbucks... And no offense but, I don’t think any of my clothes would fit you,” It takes every ounce of will-power to not close the distance between us, kiss her amused lips and claim her as I should. She is my mate; resisting the temptation of the bond is like fighting against a hurricane. “Do you have any sweatpants?” “They wouldn’t fit you,” She says, not bothering to hide it. “It would look like you were wearing shorts,” “Better than being naked,” I head for the door and hold it up for my irritated mate. “Ladies first,”

' He smirked, eyes trailing down my body. I wasn't dressed fancy, so I didn't see why he felt the need to observe my outfit of choice. I rolled my eyes at him, burying my hands deep into my coat pockets. The sweatpants I wore did nothing but hide my figure, the beanie on my head kept me nice and warm. I am perfectly chirpy.'I snarked. “Are you sure? I can smell you.” I stumbled in my step, narrowing my eyes at him. “You sound like a Creep.”

I instantly hated the thought. Other things in the package were gray tracksuits. I slipped the sweatpants over my white legs, the elastic fabric wrapping around my legs like a second skin. The hooded kangaroo pocket detailed sweatpants also covered my body. Yes, someone definitely knew my body measurements very well. With socks and white sneakers on my feet, it would have been enough if I had at least gathered my hair in a messy bun, but there was no buckle. I sighed and played with the black thread hanging from the end of my hoodie, staring at the full pitcher and glass she had left for me. I could.

“You are in love with me? But why did we remain best friends since all these years?” Lucas shrugged. “I guess I was scared of being turned down.” Heidi threw him a playful punch. “Didn’t you notice how I got whenever other girls comes around you? It was a sign that I was madly in love with you, Lucas.” “So…will you officially be mine now? Will you be my girlfriend, Heidi!” Lucas asked, kneeling. Heidi bent her knees as well, and hugged the man in front of her tightly. “Yes, I will be your faithful girlfriend!” she replied.

I button up the shirt as I walk behind Nayel out of the bedroom. .... "Here these look like they'll fit," Nayel says handing me a pair of grey sweatpants, "They're old, they don't fit me anymore, they're too small" I take the sweatpants and head to the bathroom. I freshen up a bit, washing my face, tying my hair then put on the sweatpants Nayel just gave me under the blue shirt I slept in. The sweatpants were slightly loose but not to the point where they were slipping off my legs so it was fine.