I Love My Cousin Shirt の小説・ストーリー

So unless he made the first move I doubt she would have had the guts to do something like this. "I did." Justin admitted and I clicked my tongue, drinking a huge bit of my coffee in one go. I had the urge to punch him in the gut. "Do you truly love her?" I questioned seriously. I would not, absolutely not, tolerate anyone hurting my cousin, she was an absolute sunshine. "I do, she's a star that shines so brightly, how could I not? With the way she draws people in, I've never seen one so passionate about what they do than her, and that's one of the many reasons why I love her, she's just so perfect."

"As a matter of fact," I said slowly, "it was." She nodded. "That was from one of my favorite shirts. My mother was furious when she saw that I’d torn a piece from it." The air went out of my lungs. Her favorite shirt. I blinked, trying to picture that day clearly. Cassandra had been there—that much I’d believed for so long. Cassandra with a brown shirt, perfectly intact. No visible tears. No sign she’d done more than stumble onto the scene.

Colt dismissed me. “I got the message, man. Some other time, Iris. Oh, wait.” He opened his plastic bag, pulled a shirt, and offered it to me. “This would be perfect for you.” “You’re giving me that?” I asked in disbelief, smiling like I just received the best gift ever. “This is a ladies' shirt. So, it’s definitely for you.” I took it from him—a shirt with a strawberry print. “Thank you. That’s so kind of you, Frost.”

"You like it?" "I think it suits you." "Really?" He asked, smiling, and she nodded. "Wait here, honey. I'll go buy it," Nathan enunciated as he entered the boutique. And when he stepped out, he was wearing the pink round-neck shirt with the words "I love my wife!" embellished on it. "How do I look, honey?" he asked, smirking. "Nathan, why did you___." "I love this shirt, and this will be my favorite shirt from now on!" Nathan swiftly cut and kissed her. They then continued to walk and stroll.

I grinned, wondering if Alex would accept my gift for him—a couple's shirt. "Billy, Jack. You both can take it, too. It's on me," I said when I saw the look on their faces. I'm sure Billy is thinking about Sarah and Jack, his wife. I chose the black-and-white shirt—black for Alex and white for me—with a half-heart printed on each one. When you put the t-shirt together, the heart becomes whole. I chose this shirt because it wasn't as apparent as the same color. With Alex's status, I don't want him to feel uncomfortable wearing it. I also bought a couple of bracelets, hoping he will like them.

My chest was heavy because of the words spoken. That night I broke every single thing I saw on my pad. I was so mad that I was again left by her. I was fvcking disgusted. Who would a guy would thought straight when you knew that he fvcked his fvcked his cousin huh? No one! I felt like it’s the end of me. I badly wanted to kill myself for that sin that I was thinking I have done. She’s my cousin. The only woman I loved is my cousin. What kind of a harsh world this is !?

Physically at that. "Hey bro," I heard my cousin's voice soft and steady as he sat beside me. He only wore his pants like I did, since his shirt got lost somewhere in the crossfire, and I gave mine to Zoey after she shifted and shredded her clothes. "Hey" I mumbled before burying my head between my chest and knees again. I didn't feel like talking. "How are you holding up?" I knew what he really wanted to know was how Zoey was doing, but he didn't want to ask directly.

“Mr. Black, don’t be angry. Peter’s in the wrong, but I’ll immediately get my workers to get rid of these bricks. Tomorrow, I’ll personally pick the best marble for you.” Walter snorted, showing that he was not buying it. “John, don’t sweet-talk me! I don’t care how you do your business with your cousin, but you have to give me an explanation today! A hundred thousand dollars’ worth of material turned into a truckload of bricks. Do you really think I’m an idiot?”

Wearing her newest dress, Shelly took a selfie and posted it on her social media with the caption: "Thankful for this wonderful gift from my future cousin-in-law!" Upon seeing Shelly's post, Luna's expression twisted with anger.

I didn’t want to wear the shirt, but I promised André I would because he had it specially ordered just for me. It was an ombre shirt that started as white around the collar, then blended into blue, to purple, and ended at pink with the words ‘Not the Papa’ in black script. He has an interesting sense of humor. Yes, I know the colors in this order are the bisexual flag. I'm certain my cousin knows it, too. He probably took great joy in designing it this way. I will only wear it and not complain because it is the day his children will be born.