Jacob Sartorius You Can Wear My Sweatshirt Mga Nobela at Kwento

I mumbled, before walking faster as the peachy water started to feel sticky. After the little drama at the pizza place, the rest of the day became fun. Since Jacob's clothes were the most soaked, we thought about buying some because the house was quite far away, but it turned out the stores rarely sold his size because he was 6 '1''. Not to mention that his body was also fucking bulky, so he ended up walking around naked all day. Only in jeans.

A cool breeze hit me face on and I shiver slightly. "Yeah I'll bring one over," he said. I thank him and lay down in the grass. The dirt was cold but it felt nice. The stars scattered the sky but there were clouds hiding half of them. Suddenly, I felt a soft cloth fall on my face. It was drowned in Titus' scent. I picked it off my face and saw Jacob standing over me. "I brought Titus' sweatshirt because I don't think he'll be happy if he smelled my scent on you," he said. I nod and put it on and it instantly warmed me up.

I Own More Suits Than Oxygen" King wore a hoodie for you? Like a normal human being?! That’s it” She throws her hands up. “You’ve officially won. He’s whipped.Jesus, I can't believe that stuck up business man actually wore a normal outfit. I can't decide whether to congratulate you for making him less of a jackass, or just faint from shock.Seriously. What the hell did you do to him?” “Girl,for real,i don’t know.But guess what? He also wore crocs”. “CROCS?!? AND SWEATPANTS??? AIDEN KING WORE THAT?!“

That’s what depression did to someone sometimes. He had no real use for them, but for some reason, he just wasn’t ready to part with them. It was probably a reminder that he was on the right track and should not be astray with his health any longer. He pulled one from the closet; it was a blue shirt. This will work. Jacob thought to himself. He was also regretting he had not thought of it way earlier. “Um…” Jacob started awkwardly, returning clothed fully to the living room. “I don’t know, but you seem kind of uncomfortable in that towel. Maybe you’d rather wear this?”

I took his arm and walked him into his closet "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He asked "People can easily recognize you, and I don't want your fan club to attack me," I reasoned I scanned through his closet. He had no clothes that didn't scream 'I'm a rich guy' from a mile away. In the end, I settled for black sweatpants and a hoodie I gave him the items so he could change into them He paused, waiting for me to turn around "I'll wait for you outside," I said awkwardly

I murmured, taking it all in. “You can wear some of Sophia’s clothes while you're here. She won’t mind. She clearly likes you.” “Thanks,” I said quietly. He hesitated, then smirked. “I considered offering you mine. But after what you did in that dress earlier…” He raised a brow. “I don’t want you twerking in my sweatshirt. That image might haunt me….in the best way.” I growled, "Am I ever going to hear the end of this?"

“You’re wearing that?” “Yes.” I said stubbornly. "You have a problem with it?" “No. I mean yes. You can't wear this.” “Why not?” “Because you can’t,” he said, exasperated now. “You’re supposed to be my Luna tonight. You can’t look like..... that.” I narrowed my eyes. “What’s wrong with this?” “It’s a sweatshirt.” he said like that alone explained everything. I lifted my chin. “I like it.” “You’re not wearing it,” he said firmly. “I already planned for this.”

It's Jaxton's shirt. I start towards the door but before I could get to it, the door opens. Standing on the other side of the door in sweatpants and a baggy polo is Jaxton. I would never get used to seeing him in sweatpants, he looked nothing like the ruthless Mafia lord I confirmed he is when he's wearing sweatpants, polo and had his hair tousled.

I chuckled at my own joke. He quickly opened the door and pulled me in. "Well, now that you're here, no need for masturbation anymore." I pushed the shopping bag into his chest. "I got you clothes. Now put them on before I report you for sexual harassment, chipmunk fucker." He smirked and grabbed the bag. "Spicy Gi is back. I like it." He quickly pulled out the shorts and slid them up his legs. Then he pulled out the t-shirt and held it away from him to look at it. "You got me a shirt that says, 'I don't need therapy. I just need to get F#ed in public by thirteen werewolves?'"

Calista’s POV “You can’t walk. You are paralyzed at this moment, so the Alpha King ordered the servants to prepare your meal for the meantime.” Alpha Jacob tilted his head, his gaze narrowing as I tasted a spoonful of the soup from Mellisandrei without looking away. My eyes tracked the familiar, ornate gold of his royal tunic. Only now did I realize he had changed back into his formal clothes. With a stern expression, Jacob sat confidently on his chair, looking effortlessly good without even trying.