Jay Jo Windbreaker Novels & Stories

“Why does he always look so dirty?” Amara says making a face. I turn and look in the direction she’s facing and my heart beats faster. Leo is walking across the school parking lot to the school entrance. Leo has his head down, he's wearing a pair of jeans that are weathered. He paired it with a long white T-shirt and hoodie. I don’t see any dirt on him but maybe Amara has extra-ray vision. Maybe she can see something we don’t.

Caroline ***** My hands smoothed over the soft cotton short-sleeve shirt and distressed jeans I wore. The weather would be reaching the low seventies today, so I didn't have to wear a sweater today. I draped a light leather jacket over my shoulders just in case and grabbed my backpack.

His face straightened and he stiffened, stepping away from Shaun and dropping his hand from her arm. She looked over her shoulder and caught sight of Jozef, making his way through a crowd of people toward her. She turned to watch him approach, absorbing everything about him. His long graceful steps, smooth and confident. He was wearing tailored suit pants but instead of a suit jacket he was wearing his leather jacket. The collar was open at his tattooed throat and he wore no tie. She couldn't help herself, her gaze trailed up and down his body, lingering on his strong hands and the cords of his throat, where the tiny scar became visible as he approached.

“Who sent the gifts?” “He didn't mention the sender,” Kendra replied. “Thank you,” Joan said before dismissing her and locking the door behind her. She carried the bags to her bed and dropped them, then began unpacking them one by one. The first bag contained a dress. It was a long white gown with a structured V-neckline and simple short sleeves. The dress was fitted around the waist and hips before falling into a long, flowing pleat that reached her ankles. Joan's mouth fell open in shock as she ran her fingers over the vicuna. The fabric was obviously expensive.

Tanging tuwalya sa ulo at bath robe ang suot niya. Dumiretso si Jay sa tabi ng kama at isa-isang namili ng damit na susuotin niya sa date nila Lorenzo. Nang makapili na si Jay ay isinuot niya ang isang strap dress na kulay pula na hapit sa kanyang katawan. Pinatungan niya ito ng pulang na croptop blazer. Habang natuon ang buong atensyon ni Jay sa pag-aayos ng kanyang buhok at paglagay ng makeup sa kanyang mukha ay biglang may kumatok sa pinto ng kanyang kwarto.

I helped Jo wear her swimsuit, which she felt uncomfortable with because it was a two-piece and the top piece barely covered her boobs. She picked out the style for the trip. I shouldn't be responsible for something handpicked to dress sexy for a certain someone. I gave Jo one of Rex's oversized shirts that I regularly use for sleepwear, which was long enough to cover her and made her comfortable. As we all headed out, with my mini backpack in hand, the driver drove us to the pier where Grandpa's yacht was docked. It wasn't a big fancy yacht, but it was big enough for ten people to board.

As I slowly washed myself thoroughly, my heart skipped every now and then whenever my mind returned to the news Joan told me yesterday. So Kaleb was alive all this while? Is Joan sure he was the one she saw? Kaleb has been healthy, I was finally ready for work, I was wearing a white long sleeve chiffon top that feels so light and soft, it is ideal for staying cool on a hot day, and I paired it with a black plain pant trouser that hugged my shape, giving my ass this curvy appearance; this combo has been one of our best sellers since it was released. I grabbed my not-so-high black heel shoe and my black mini Dior bag.

Zayne came to a stop beside me. A second later, I felt something warm drape around my shoulders, I gasped and looked over at him. He had already slipped off his leather jacket and was now carefully wrapping it around me, shielding me from the biting wind. It left him standing there in just a plain black t-shirt that was hardly enough to keep him warm out here but he didn’t seem to care. “Sorry for bringing you here. I should’ve known the wind would be this strong.” I let out a soft laugh. “It’s fine.”

He’s early—6:50. Me: “He’s here! Talk to you later!” Chris: “Couldn’t wait to get another whiff of that Summer Breeze. 😂😭” JoJo: “Go get him, tiger!” Fati: “NOT ON MY BED.” Still giggling, I put down my phone and head for the door. And there he is. Rowen looks fucking amazing. He’s wearing a rusty red long-sleeved Henley, blue jeans, and Timberlands. His hair is half pulled back, the rest flowing past his shoulders. He looks like a damn romance novel cover—zero effort, total knockout.

Jo grabbed her backpack, slung it over her shoulder, and hopped out of the plane, ignoring the hand of the kid who’d apparently been sent out to service the aircraft. Snow blew around her feet in swirls, but Jo didn’t feel the cold. She’d lost any sensitivity to the weather long ago, when she’d first Transformed. They would still wear coats in order to blend in with everyone else, but right now, wearing the black leather jacket her mom had given her years ago, one that had belonged to Cadence before Jo and Cadon were even born, she didn’t feel the whipping wind or the chill that left the humans around them hunkering down and moving quickly to unload the luggage and get the plane taken care o