I Heart My Girlfriend Sweatpants Novels & Stories

' 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.

"I didn't feel like doing much work, so I just took my dress off and put on your...um, my new tee shirt." "Why do girlfriends always steal guys' favorite tee shirts?" I snuggled closer against his chest. I didn't want him to see me grinning at him accidentally calling me a girlfriend. "Do you want me to take my stockings off?" I wiggled my foot between his shins just below his knees. "I can if you don't like how they feel." "Mmm, Rae, it's fine." There was no way I would be sleeping any time soon. The sparklers in my eyes would make sure of that.

Fine. I hop off the counter, looking down at what I was wearing. Sweatpants and a giant t-shirt. Not cute enough. Why do you need to get cute for that man? Because I want something. And the easiest way for me to get something out of him, is by appealing to his mate bond. I still don't like it.

Jessica I pull my sweatshirt over my black camisole in this tiny bathroom and look down at the matching sweatpants I wear and sigh- I was told to wear something comfortable to work, but I will not be staying in this; I will be given my sexy uniform tonight. Sexy…That word haunts me. I have never been sexy.

Hannah's POV Recap: I grunted softly as I tried my best to tighten the knot of the sweatpants, but they refused to stay up.It just had to be cliche. I thought to myself, as the pants dropped for the umpteenth time. " Fine, I will just not wear them..." I whisper-shouted to myself and folded them neatly. The sweatshirt reached my knees so it hid everything that needed to be hid. Especially the scars. Not letting my mind wander. I dropped my dirty clothes into the laundry basket and opened the door, holding his folded sweatpants. It is what it is. Urghhhh...

Stacy said, and I rolled my eyes. "You're a perv." "Maybe." We both laughed as she pulled a neutral color block sweater and a pair of jeans from the drawers. "I have some hoops you can borrow that would look super cute with this." She laid the sweater out on my bed beside me and pressed it flat. "I'm so nervous, Stace." I sighed and sat up higher in my bed. I put my phone down beside me and picked up the sweater, pulling it into my lap. I played with one of the frayed ends, suddenly hyper aware of my inexperience. I wondered how many other girls Tessa had dated before, and if she was willing to be patient with me while I figured things out. Obviously, discovering I liked girls - or one in pa

“Lena, I’ve been a coward for too long. But today I want to be brave. I want the whole world to know how I feel about you. Not just in secret. Not just behind closed doors. I want to hold your hand in public. I want to kiss you good morning and good night without worrying who’s watching. You are the kindest, funniest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. You make me laugh even on my worst days. You make me feel safe and loved and seen. I don’t want you to be just my secret anymore. I don’t want you to be just a friend with benefits. I want you to be my girlfriend — my real, proud, open girlfriend. The one I show off to everyone. The one I build a future with. Lena, will you be my girlfriend