Mint Stained Shirt Novels & Stories

He frantically shook his head, trying not to remember it. "Kai." Manik placed a shirt on his shoulder from behind him, grabbing his attention. "Change into this." "Oh, than-" his words were replaced by a frown when his eyes fell on the shirt. It was a 3D muscle printed skin toned shirt that he had gifted Manik on his last birthday just to mock him for being such a body building freak. "No I am not wearing this!" "I only have that shirt in the car." Manik shrugged. "And c'mon it would look good on you. You know with those fake abs on display you wouldn't need to worry about real ones"

Regardless, I had grabbed one of my favorite sweatshirts with the intention of wearing something short sleeve under it and just taking it off if I needed to. Now, with nasty bruises to hide, I was thankful that I had grabbed it since I planned to wear it all day. I just hoped I would not get too warm. It was a grayish blue colored splice crew neck oversized sweatshirt with a wider scoop neck. The main shirt part was a chunky, super soft cotton almost like crafting foam in texture The sleeves gave it a two shirt look since they were ribbed knit and tapered at the wrist. I was pairing it with a pair of black distressed denim shorts that were just long enough to meet dress code and my regular s

She spoke with little to no emotion- making it hard to tell if she was being genuine or not. Jack offers her a very unamused look in return before speaking. "I'm sure." He replied whilst sitting himself down on my bed. I began to look through my closet for something cute to wear, that would also provide me with comfort. My eyes scan over all my possible selections before landing on a purple long-sleeved v-neck. The shirt is cotton, so it's soft and it also has different ruffles for style. This is definitely one of my favorite shirts.

Very Kingsman. I go over to the shelves and run my fingers across the shirts on the hangers. Over half the shirts are white. Some have thin red, blue, or green stripes. Others are pastel colors—light blue, pale pink. On quite a few, the placket and underside of the collar are contrasting colors, clearly a style he favors. Another rack contains more casual dress shirts—mostly dark colors: purple, black, and navy-blue, some of them patterned: paisley, checked, or with flowers.

“I hope so.” She seemed to remember she was supposed to be selling him something. “These shirts are pretty basic. The ones with the custom embroidery are over there. Are those more your style?” “Actually, I’m wanting something simple. And without sounding boring, I’m looking for white or black.” “Classic choices.” She eyed the breadth of his shoulders. The length of his arms and torso. Then pulled out four shirts. Two white, two black. “These are the same brand but the fabric weight is different. Try them on. The dressing rooms are back by the boots.”

Kaira said handing me an outfit that was neatly folded. "What's that?" I asked taking it. "it's a chitenge shirt. Mel will be wearing the same thing. In a dress ofcourse," I unfolded it and it was a light blue traditional shirt with white designs that looked like flowers and also had wavy white lines in between the flowers. There were some specks of orange in between the white lines. "Wear it and let's see if it fits!" I wore it and it fit me like it was just made for me,

"Huh?" "I mean, is there any theme for the get-together?" "No. There's nothing like that." "Do you want to dress up in any colour you wish?" I stood up from the bed and said, "Actually, I'm thinking about something in light shades" "Light colour… what about this one?" She showed me a sky blue shirt and denim pants. "Nah! We'll go with… pink." She showed me a pink crop top which Mr Martinez bought me last weekend when we went to the beach.

I would always watch from afar, adoring how he looked in it, wishing I could be the one to take it off him. I walk over to the mirror and admire the shirt on me in the mirror. It’s a gorgeous royal blue collared long-sleeve button-down with the face of a tiger printed on it in rich gold and shades of turquoise, pink and purple. I only keep the middle button done up and let the shirt hang off my body. It’s very large on me, but worth it. I bring the shirt up to my nose and inhale the rich smell of Sebastian’s aftershave as it continues to cling to the fabric. I turn as I hear Sebastian enter the bedroom in nothing but grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips, those seductive V-shaped muscles

I throw on my jacket, and Susan pops a question. "What shade of grey is that, though?" I am on the verge of replying to the famous movie fifty shades of grey, but I stop myself. "This is mink. It goes well with green and black." "I honestly don't know how you do it, girl," Susan mutters. Her eyes are coated with slight admiration.

Is it often passerbys would come in lacking foot coverage? “No shirt. No service.” She nodded at the back wall where there was a handful of shirts hanging on a rusted old Z rack. He found one men’s large it was the only one that wasn’t pink. The shirt was black and had the shape of North Carolina on it and it read Come on and Raise up. Well then. This is it I guess. He turned to the clerk grinned and put the shirt on. It was a tad snug on his biceps and he felt ridiculous. He looked in the reflection of the drink cooler and he looked like something from a wrestling poster.