Jacob Sartorius You Can Wear My Sweatshirt Mga Nobela at Kwento

Priya bailed on me I picked up the jersey off my desk. Turned it over in my hands. Number 11, the name ELLIS ironed across the back in peeling letters. I'd been so proud of this thing when I got it. Wore it everywhere for like a month. [Jordan]: yeah. give me an hour [Nora]: I'll get you a hot chocolate [Jordan]: from the machine? [Nora]: obviously from the machine [Jordan]: it's going to be terrible

He placed his arm on top of the couch. "Oh wait! I'll remove my shirt. Grandma's house makes me sweaty," I gulped involuntarily. My eyes glued to him. As soon as he extended his arms in the air. Jacob began to undress himself in front of me. His body glistened in sweat. Like a model. Plus, his body was built in perfection. His hairy chest. Almost chocolate-colored nipples. Bulging eight pack of abs. And ugh. A tattoo on his arm. Along with his hairy armpit. Oh, girl. I'm about to sin again.

3 days to the fight, I have to make progress today, I have to start pulling strings. I pulled on a grey, soft joggers and black sweatshirt. I came here with literally nothing so I'm stuck wearing Tristan's old clothes but hey, its warm and comfortable. And plus, i get to smell him all day long. Putting my hair in a messy bun, I stepped out of the room.

"I am off-limit..." "I am off-limit..." "I am off-limit..." On an empty road, Jacob was running like an lunatic thinking about Naina. Looking at his expression it was hard to predict what he had been planning to do but one thing was clear he won't let Naina go and he had made himself clear in front of his team and Naina too. Jacob was wearing his Black shorts with a Black wife beater, Sweat was dripping from his body and Naina was the only person who was running in his mind.

Do not remember what his fingers looked like on that book tour panel when he sipped water and smirked like he knew you were staring— The silence stretched. “Cold?” he asked. I realized I was shivering. “No.” “Liar.” He grabbed a thick flannel from the closet and tossed it at me. It smelled like cedar and firewood. “Don’t make it weird,” he muttered. “You’ll freeze.” “I’d rather freeze than wear your scent like some literary groupie.” “Fine.” He tugged it back, then peeled off his shirt. My brain short-circuited. Because Jax Hart was cut like a sex scene that never made it past editorial. Broad shoulders. Sharp V-lines. Light trail of hair disappearing under jeans I now absolutely noticed.

I was genuinely so hungry at this point. I walked over to my huge pile of clothes on my arm chair, finding something casual to wear for the time being before 6:45 pm. I picked up a grey sweatshirt which read Bullseye Hampston, i got it from my baseball club back in college, and a black pair of matching shorts which was a little bit torn underneath. I wore my regular crocs, oiled my face and hair and staggered towards my door, taking a deep breath before bending the door knob to open it.

“Absolutely not. Dad has no idea about this situation, and I’d rather keep it that way.” “If you prefer, I have an alternative,” Darius offered, handing me a black hoodie with bold red writing. It had a rebellious vibe, reminiscent of rock music videos. It wasn’t my style, but I wasn’t in a position to be picky. “I know the weather can be quite chilly, and it’s interesting how the human body doesn’t generate its own warmth.”

"Just wait until I get a chance at your shoes you evil, conniving bitch." Grumbling to myself, I go into the gym and dig up a pair of Sly's clean sweats from off a shelf. Even washed they still carry his scent faintly and inhaling deeply, I find most of my stress draining away. Setting them down carefully, I use his shampoo and soap to wash all of that foul woman's scent from my body, hoping his scent blended with my own will be enough to keep me from gagging all night as I try to fall asleep.

I hand him an orangey glass juice. His sweats are dripping out of his forehead all the way down to his chest. He has a white polo on so his sweats marks are visible outside. I kind of stare a little at his chest showing a little. But I promise myself that I won't start much before he could catch me. That would be so embarrassing.

Dreadful. I snorted sarcastically at Jacob before pointing at a random member of the squad. As if I could tell him the true reason why I was looking at them? I love their cute uniform! I wish I could wear that pink mini skirt too! Well I can... in my dreams. Duh! "Dude, seriously? You like Juno?" He seemed utterly shock.