Novel & Cerita Jacob Sartorius You Can Wear My Sweatshirt

Isaac teases, smoothing the lapels of Santiago’s dark jacket. “I had professional help,” Santiago admits, his voice softening. “My partner has impeccable taste.” “A partner? Sounds serious. I guess I’m out of luck.” “That’s right, cupcake. You missed your window.” Santiago reaches into his pocket, his fingers brushing against a small velvet box that feels like it’s glowing with the heat of a thousand stars. “I’ll have a staffer bring you a custom jersey before the first period. It’s about time the arena sees your name on my back.”

Jacob exclaimed, startling me. I pried my eyes off of his body and looked him in the eyes. "What?" "What do you think about this outfit for the club?" He held up a black button-up shirt with jeans. "Looks great. Why are you asking me about what outfits? What do I know? I am a guy. I'd rather you be shirtless," I said dismissively. Jacob rolled his eyes and put the shirt on. Damn, I wish he kept that off for a few more minutes.

So I smeared my body with cream that smelled like strawberries. After that I lay down on my bed and pondered. I still couldn't imagine what to expect. On the other hand, it had to be something important because Jakob had given me a large selection of clothes. None of them seemed cheap, which still surprised me. I had decided on a turquoise one, but still took a closer look at the others. Even the fabric seemed pretty classy.

Throwing the duffel bag Jacob had fetched at me he ordered, "sort yourself out you look ridiculous. Wicknace will think I've done it to you." Thankful to remove the tuxedo jacket and smart pants I changed into the grey t-shirt and sweatpants Jacob had fetched. Even in our dangerous predicament I couldn't help shooting him a glare and gesture silently at him as I stood there in sweatpants and glossy black dress shoes. I refuse to die dressed like a complete moron.

Calculating the time, she went in the direction of the fitting room. Jacob just came out. There were enough lights in the shop, and Jacob's skin was fair as if it were shining. Because he stayed up late for a long time, there was a layer of bluish-gray under his eyes, but because his lips were naturally red, he didn't look haggard. The neckline of the sweater was a little low, revealing his collarbone. Most of his clothes were dark, and it was rare to wear clothes of this color, which made him look more conspicuous.

He was wearing a loose shirt, a jogger pants and slippers. "I woke up, late. When I get to my room, I will take a shower and get dressed," Jacob explained. Diana laughed, "You are also afraid of being left behind, aren't you? Do not worry, you are still handsome even though you are wearing that," she said. Jacob glared at Diana. "You? Why are you wearing that? You look like you're going to jump into the pool at any moment," Jacob teased. Diana was wearing white long sleeves with a black sports bra inside and rugged shorts at the bottom with a black shades on.

ン She moved on from the coats to shirts, but the prices didn't get any better. "Can I see that one?" she asked, pointing towards a navy blue shirt. After coming all the way to the shop and spending time looking through clothes, she was determined to find at least one article of clothing for Jacob. They could go shop somewhere more affordable later, but just one piece from the Larson Group store would be good "Please make a decision quickly,”the shop assistant told her, thrusting the shirt she had requested in her hands. Her tone was unfriendly and her face full of disdain, as if she had better things to do than accompany the two.

I sighed resignedly, looking at the crowd of excited students in the parking lot as Martin drove into the school. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked after killing his engine and facing me. I squeezed my face when my eyes landed, for the umpteenth time that morning, on another of his weird shirts, stifling a groan as I gazed at the Jamaican character with big glasses on and the words 'Man dem' written on it. It dared to be bright yellow. “Where do you get these things?” I let my hand hover in front of his shirt. He looked down at it, and I could tell from his facial expression that he didn't find anything wrong with it.

But we’d gone through the tunnels without getting my court clothes dirty. “If they broadcast anything from the courthouse this morning, you're in the same outfit.” Theo pulled off his sweater and handed it to me, leaving him in an emerald-green T-shirt that pulled tight around his muscles. He was going to make some lucky werewolf lady a very tasty husband. “Put this on,” he said. I took a snuff of his sweater. It smelled like him, like caramel. “This will even help disguise my scent for anybody who knows me,” I said.

"Fine, as I need to work later on, I guess it would give me a little more time. Then I just need to get changed quickly for work." "Why do you need to change for work?" He gives me a confused look. "Come on, I know you checked me out today like every single time", he shrugs as if it was no big deal and still has no idea what I am on about. "Honestly Jake, even you should be clever enough to realize I can't wear a Fuck Off, shirt at work." He doesn't even realize I put this shirt on today while thinking about him. "Why not? Might keep some guys off of your back," he whispers more to himself than to me.