Jacob Sartorius You Can Wear My Sweatshirt Novels & Stories

The one with River’s name on it? My frown deepens thinking where I last saw it. I look down at the sweatshirt I’m wearing at then I blush. I’m wearing it. Recently my clothes haven’t been fitting me. Axel told me I couldn’t borrow a couple of his sweatshirts. I couldn’t believe I’m wearing the one he wants to wear. I text him back. {Me: I’m sorry I’m wearing it. Do you need it urgently? I can take it off if you need now…}

KEENA Standing in the closet I finger through the clothes that are hanging on the "to wear when I am not around" side of the closet. Letting out a frustrated sigh I grab my cutest pair of black sweats. Looking down at the runes that now cover my forearms I know that I want to have them covered. I wrinkle my nose at all of the oversized sweatshirts and refuse to put them on. Grabbing a cropped sweatshirt from the other side of the closet and I slip it over my head. Jarek can't be too angry at my choice of clothing. I am covered except for a small bit of my stomach that is barely visible.

“This one isn’t your real present, this was sort of a last minute addition. You don’t have to keep it if you don’t like it, I can take it back-“ he said, and then caught himself, as though worried he’d reveal what was inside. He mimed zipping his lips, still grinning, and nodded at me to open it. I gently peeled back the tape, working my way around the parcel. Jacob rolled his eyes at me. He always tore his presents apart during the unwrapping. I preferred to take my time, letting the excitement fizzle in my chest at the mystery of what was inside. The smell of roses and cherry blossom unfurled as I finally pulled apart the brown paper. I recognised the fabric beneath the wrapping as one of

He complies, backing off me, but just far enough so that I can tug the sweatshirt hastily over my head, tossing it to the floor. When I look back at him, I’m surprised to see him smirking at me. “Why the hell,” he murmurs, “are you wearing a dress beneath a sweatshirt.” “It’s called fashion, Chris,” I growl, a little miffed, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of his shirt, tugging him back on top of me. “Not all of us can just swagger around in Armani suits all day, looking gorgeous. Some of us have to be creative with what we find in the souvenir shop.”

This man’s morning voice should genuinely be illegal. Deep. Sleepy. Dangerously attractive. Instead of answering immediately, I turned around slowly inside his arms until I faced him properly. And wow. Jacob looked ridiculously handsome half asleep. Dark messy hair. Bare chest. Low sweatpants hanging dangerously on his hips. Honestly offensive levels of attractive. His eyes softened the second they landed fully on me wearing his shirt. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered quietly. I smiled innocently. “What?” “You can’t wear my clothes looking like that.” “Like what?”

I replied to him honestly. “Oh common Sky, I am not giving you my precious company, I am coming with you to check out the hot girls. “Liar” I playfully nudged him. Seriously, he should learn how to take a compliment. As he stood up to his full six feet height, from the couch I saw what’s written on his Shirt *MY ONE SMILE CAN KILL YOU* each word spelt in red and bold! “You bought the wrong shirt, Chris, replace that ‘smile’ with ‘fart’ and you are good to go” I teased.

Nothing was out in the open except for a few cologne bottles, but they were fixed neatly on the dresser, so I assumed that was where they belonged. I walked over to the dresser. I knelt and opened the bottom drawer to reveal two neat stacks of clothes. The pile on the right was hoodies, and the stack to the left was sweatshirts. I grabbed the stack of sweatshirts to look for one I liked. As I looked through the pile, I saw one that was a familiar shade of green. I took it out, so I could look at it. The Marine Corps Eagle, Globe, and Anchor were printed on the left breast. This was an official Marine Corps P.T. sweatshirt. I looked at the tag on the sweatshirt and saw 'Carter' neatly written

If he wanted Kat to see him otherwise, a suit designer might help. Instead of agreeing with her point of view, he decided to have a little fun with her. “The Salvation Army has a thrift store. She sat back, shaking her head. “Looks matter, dammit. ’ After a moment, he sat up straight again. - Let's go take this morning as an example. — Yeah... — What happened this morning? — In the laundry room. I was in sweatpants, right? Made from soft fabric, hugging your curves. Same as salwar kameez light cotton,

I thought to myself how fucking handsome he is, even though he didn’t do anything and just stood there silently. Jacob slowly turned around when I came out. Then, his eyes roamed from my head to the tips of his hoodie. “Too short.” “It is literally below my knee! What do you mean, short!” I complained. “You do not have any fresh underwear.” He sighed and facepalmed. “It’s too cold tonight. What if you get sick?” “I don’t easily get sick, Jacob,” I assured him. “I know I should’ve bought some of them,” he muttered. More to himself.

Jessica I pull my sweatshirt over my black camisole in this tiny bathroom and look down at the matching sweatpants I wear and sigh- I was told to wear something comfortable to work, but I will not be staying in this; I will be given my sexy uniform tonight. Sexy…That word haunts me. I have never been sexy.