Novel & Cerita Please Come Home Hoodie

ANTHONY’S POV “This is what? My third hoodie?” Blake asked, pointing at the gigantic white hoodie with BL boldly written in black letters across it. “I am taking notes of all my hoodies you’re with. You are going to pay for them one way or the other.” “Can I pay in kind?” I asked flirtatiously while taking an obvious glance at his lips. His eyes darkened and he bit his bottom lip. “I mean...that doesn’t sound like such a terrible idea.”

“I’ll make sure to treat it with respect.” Curious, I inspected the hoodie as I went to the bathroom to put it on. It had a symbol of a shield and sword in the center, with the initials ‘LRA’ stitched in red underneath. I pulled the oversized hoodie over my head. It was way too big, but it felt nice, and it still smelled a bit like Nate. He always smelled good. When I walked out again, Nate was already sitting on his bed with a laptop on his lap. “And?” I called out, spreading my arms. “How do I look?”

“Here.” “What’s this?” she asked as she slowly collected the bag from him. “See for yourself.” She looked at him one more time before opening the bag. She pulled out a hoodie. A white hoodie with the words ‘the moon is beautiful’ written in italics printed on it. “It’s the same type...you’re wearing.” “Yes,” he smiled. “It’s oversize so it wouldn’t be so obvious you’re on uniform.” “Daniel, i-” “No, it’s okay. You’re going to keep it. Please, keep it.”

I replied, making her nod her head, before walking out of my room. I slumped on my bed, my mind wandering to one particular dark skinned guy, that has refused to leave my head. I turned towards my closet and remembered the hoodie I got from him, I still wondered why he gave me that though. I didn't know when I got up and went into my closet to change into the pair of hoodie and sweatpants. I came out shortly after to find my food carefully placed on the table in my room. I walked towards it and sat down, looking outside at the magnificent view of my pool. A very light blue pool, with led lights attached to the bottom. It's been long since I went there, I made a mental note to visit there.

They never tried to force me to go after that. As the others began to change into their swim attire, I went back upstairs and into our room to grab my jacket from my bag. It was a black hoodie with an image of a pouting cat in the middle, which my mom thought was cute when she gifted it to me. She says that the hoodie reminded her of me, which I am still debating if is a compliment.

“Kael.” My breath caught. “I woke up in a forest... far from here. It was cold, and I could barely move. But Kael found me. He’d gone ahead, tracking Magnus. He said he couldn’t bear the thought of me being lost. He brought me back.” Hood’s eyes flickered with something fierce—loyalty, maybe even awe. “He told me to come back home. He said Ivy and you needed me.” My heart clenched. “He told you to come back... but where is he now?”

Much as he hates to parrot Maureen, the kid really is skinny. Callum’s able to distract himself with made-up housework long enough that Gerran eventually pads downstairs. He smiles at hte sight of him. He’s a bit pink from the shower still, black hair damp, and he’s in a hoodie he very clearly stole from Callum’s closet, given the way it hangs a bit loose on his shorter, more slender frame. Callum feels his face burn a bit when he realizes it’s his second-favorite hoodie—a pastel blue one with daffodils on the front—and he looks away.

Still grumbling under my breath at how things are so unfair, I pulled the door to my walk in closet and just pulled whatever my hand has reached and went back to the bathroom. Opening up a drawer containing my lady necessities I pulled a bottled lotion squeezed some in my hands and spread it all over my body hastily. Don't judge me if I'm lazy. Grabbing a bottle of vaseline, I applied some in my lips and some aloe vera gel on my face. Now satisfied and slightly less angry, I put on my undies and my clothes. My five foot two frame is dressed in a white hoodie that says 'Send Noods' with a picture of a bowl of noodles in it and some ripped shorts.

Two pairs of denim jeans, two pairs of hoodies, one white shirt, one black top, and two dresses were both gifts from Teddy and his wife, either for my birthdays or some special occasion. Knox used to make fun of my clothing. One time I was wearing a black hoodie with some Japanese anime cartoon inked on it. I liked the hoodie because it was something I bought with my money. Although that piece was cheap, it was something I had a different sort of feeling toward. The excitement that I felt at that moment couldn’t be expressed in words.

he said, his eyes fixed on the logo. My heart suddenly began jumping in my chest. I stepped back, my hand flying to the hem of the garment. “What? No!” I needed this hoodie. It would help me through my heat. I didn't even have an Alpha—not even a cruel one like Raymond—to blunt the edge of the pain this time. “What? Do you plan on touching yourself while wearing that felon’s hoodie?” He sneered, stepping forward into the hallway, encroaching on my space. My heart dropped.