Jacob Sartorius You Can Wear My Sweatshirt Novels & Stories

Happy that we had an unbreakable love. “There is literally no reason for you to look dressy today.” Maddox set me down on the island in the closet. “Here is some joggers. That will be best with the boots and I love these shirts on you.” He pulled out a long sleeve workout top. “White?” “Yes, I love this look on you.” The grey sweats were on the baggy side, but they were comfortable. Since my stomach was more popped, it would be better than something tight. “Alight.” I just shook my head. “Just like Jo. Always dressing me.”

he says, “it’s the nicest thing I own too.” That’s obviously a lie. I hold up the sweatshirt between two fingers. “It looks like a bisexual traffic cone.” “It’s vintage.” “It’s horrifying.” “It’s designer.” “That somehow makes it worse.” Lucas grins. “There’s hope for you yet.” I look back down at the clothes. Honestly? The sweatshirt is soft as hell. And the jeans probably cost more than my entire wardrobe combined. I hate that I’m considering this. Lucas notices my hesitation immediately. “Oh my God,” he says dramatically. “You’re actually thinking about it.”

I only have an old-fashioned corkscrew here, not a fancy electronic one like she has at home. “Hey, Mom,” Everly calls from the top of the stairs. “Yeah?” “Why do you have Dr. Harris’ sweatshirt in your dirty laundry?” My eyes fly open and I sputter, trying to come up with a lie. But we both came here with limited clothes and the fucking sweatshirt Jacob gave me has Dr, Harris, DMV embroidered on the breast. “He, uh, he took it off.” I wince at my own words. “When he was helping me with the auction horses.”

She hands me a pack of tissues and when I've wiped my face and blown my nose, she puts make-up back on. - There, you're beautiful and ready to get back in the saddle. "You can claim our companion now. Shut up, Mia! I remind you that it's because you haven't been able to control yourself that we're where we are!' The stands fill up. The sun is setting, slowly descending over the horizon and I shiver. I grab the hoodie and notice a big number ten on the back with SWAN written underneath. - Are you still coming to the party after the game?" asks Celia, who's looking strangely at the sweatshirt I'm wearing.

Jacob sighed when I did not move so he stood up and pulled me to the bed. He made me lay down and cover me with his blanket. I sniffed it slowly so he won’t notice that I am loving his scent. I watched Jacob took off his shirt while walking to the other side of the bed. My eyes widened. “W-Why are you taking off your s-shirt!” shit, I can’t stop stuttering! Jacob smirked and pursed his lips after. “I can’t sleep with a shirt on, baby.” his voice sounds teasing. “Without any clothes, actually but I won’t make you feel uncomfortable that way.”

I groaned. Why is he taking so long?! By this time, my shirt was completely drenched and I badly needed to cool off, even the beast within me was agitated. I undid the rest of the buttons, about to take the shirt off. “Sorry it took so… what are you doing?” I spun around to see Jacob, his eyes moving to my open shirt, my bra on full display. “It's so fuckin’ hot” I slurred, stumbling over to him, struggling to take the shirt off. His hands reached over, stopping me. I fought against him.

“Uncle Jake is dead,” I rasped. “And probably Uncle Billy and Uncle Horace, too.” My tears soaked into his sweater. It felt soft against my cheek. Cashmere? Why the fuck am I worried about what his sweater is made out of right now?! I berated myself. Still, there was something comforting about it, like a nice, warm security blanket. Or maybe it was the man in the sweater. He smelled like days spent lying out by the pool and nights drinking fine cognac. There was just something very solid and relaxed about him.

It didn't take me long, and I growled as I looked up into a tree at one of my best scouts. I shifted and looked up at Jacob again. “I need your shorts,” I hollered up to him. “My shorts? That's all I have on!” “I don't care! I need them,” “I'm not wearing underwear,” he said, as if that would change my mind. Not that I enjoy wearing shorts that his sweaty balls have been rubbing against, but I have no other choice. I can't go in there naked. I would if it were my packhouse, but it's not.

Not ever. Once I'd taken a proper shower and scrubbed away every sign of tiredness, I dried my hair and slipped on a comfy t-shirt and shorts. As I descended the stairs, the inevitable sight that I dreaded, greeted me in the morning: Jacob, sitting on the couch in his casual sweatpants and a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles like a second skin.

Getting unhappy because of me Because I was feeling sad, I decided to drop by at Goodwill's Ice-cream shop. It belonged to my dad's cousin, Goodwill. He always gives me free ice-cream. I love that place because children always come and make noises, and cry and laugh. I feel amused while looking at them. I wore red sweatpants with white strips down the length at the sides and wore it's sweater, the same color and design. Made by adidas. I managed to wear white sneakers, luckily my feet didn't hurt in them.