Novel & Cerita I Heart My Girlfriend Sweatpants

I say with all seriousness and she pouts "You're the best. I'm the luckiest girl in the world, in fact, I'll have a T-shirt printed with big words reading "My boyfriend is the world's greatest man" and the I's will be dicks just to get across that you have a great dick" she says whilst planting kisses all over my face. I burst out laughing again. I truly love this girl and I have a red velvet box hidden in my closet to prove it "My ego just skyrocketed," I say and she smiles

"Kevin Wright, if you're sick, go see a doctor. Stop having a meltdown in the group chat." I suppressed my anger and sent that message. Kevin and I were college roommates, and after graduation, we joined the same company. I usually kept a low profile, wearing only custom-made clothes from tailors my family knew. The pieces emphasized quality fabric and tailoring but had no logos, prioritizing comfort above all else. On top of that, to avoid my family's arranged marriage plans, I deliberately played the invisible man at the office. I ate in the cafeteria and took the subway to work.

I whispered, my heart pounding like crazy. Oh God, I fucking miss you so much. He was walking towards our direction. His shirt was tucked with his ripped black pants and sneakers. I gulped after his hands pushed his newly dyed pink hair backward. He stopped just right beside me while his right hand landed on my shoulders. "My girlfriend and I have a date tonight," he said as he grinned on Mr. Creep. I am never fond and him being like this but right now, I am so happy to see him again.

I smiled at her comment. “It's not about my looks. It's just that I have a lot on my mind lately and … I don't know I just ….. I have this uneasiness in my heart.” “Well, I can't say I understand but if you haven't noticed, I'm not even dressed yet.” And I truly hadn't noticed. I looked at her and she was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a simple shirt! Sweatpants!!! How had I not noticed that, wow, I must have been even more worried than I thought I was. Well, it's time to face my fear.

I could feel myself blushing. The girl I was talking with was quite attractive. Her hair was short and straight, her face cute—more than pretty, but her body was something else. She had on a pair of loose olive-drab pants, tight at the ankle, which were tucked into white sweat socks. Her high-top leather sneakers were untied just the right way. A white sweatshirt, cut to the waist in back and just above her waist in front, hung over her slacks. Her surprisingly large bust pushed the sweatshirt out and up, exposing a strip of tan, smooth belly. “Tidy, tiny, and busty!” I thought as I gazed at her. “Not bad. Not bad at all!”

Whatever is going on at the BowTied is a problem for the future. I try to dry off quickly. I wear a grey T-shirt, and my wet hair drips down as I slip on my black sweatpants. This conversation should be quick; normally, I don’t wear my sweats around because I hate underwear. I want to finish this and crawl into bed to prepare for tomorrow. It’s now or never. Maybe the bloodshed of tomorrow will cheer me up.

I don't know what I'd do without her, honestly. In my room, I dig through my dresser for my favorite sweatshirt.. white, off-the-shoulder, the one Killian gave me for my sixteenth birthday. Star Girl is written across the front in baby blue. Paired with the matching shorts and socks, it's my definitive comfort outfit. I've just stepped out of the shower when my phone rings. I wrap myself in a towel and jog to the counter, already smiling when I see Drew's name on the screen. "Hey," I answer, setting the phone down to start my hair routine.

Leaning in close, I whispered in his ear, “I thought someone told me he might break my heart.” The music was deafening, so he leaned in as well, his breath warm against my ear. “He thought it would be a bad idea to break a pretty lady’s heart,” he shouted back, his voice filled with a mix of charm and sincerity. I smirked and pressed my back against his front, feeling the warmth of his body through our clothes. His hands found my waist, and together we moved to the rhythm of the music, our hips swaying in sync. The connection was electric, the crowd around us fading into the background as we found our own groove.

“You said grey pants make a male sexy. You want me to look pleasing? I will do it.” Sienna presses her knuckles to her forehead. I have seen females do this to ward off headaches when their husbands are being hard to deal with. “That’s not how it works. You’re supposed to wear what fits, not what—” “But you said—” She huffs. “What I say can't be that important since I also said you should stop flexing, and you’re still doing that!" I fold my arms over my chest. "I am trying to look pleasing for your eyes and be the mate that you want. I need the black sweatpants."

He asked her. "You know what? Sweat pants will do, they are nice, simple and they always look great on you, I mean you've got the body for them so yeah, and wear your Sk8-Hi vans and you'll be cool my sweetheart ". He did as she said and as he was changing there was a bell at the door, that's when they both screamed and almost slipped on each other's chests because they were both trying to find each so they could double check themselves if they were looking all good and that made them laugh because it was a coincidence.