Problem Solved Bloody T-shirt Novels & Stories

" I didn't see anything that day or when I was opening the fasteners today. But I can see it now... " " What ??? " I was confused. " Your t-shirt is a bit transparent because of dampness. You must have perspired when you were in the washroom for so long. And... I can see it. " Oh no... I looked at myself. Shit !! I picked up the AC blanket and covered myself. " Oh, God !! You are literally shameless. " " I know... Everyone keeps telling me. You wanted me to tell you the truth so told you. "

She request. "Definitely not!" I instinctively shouts. Sunshine raised her eyebrow at my odd response. "I mean err. Definitely not a problem precious." I corrected. Damn it. I opened N*****x and starts to browse on the list. "Do you want the lead shirtless?" I grit my teeth in annoyance. "Yes please!" Sunshine answered excitedly. "We can watch another episode of that pimple popper precious." I tried to convince her. "No. I want the shirtless man please."

As my eyes roamed lower, I noticed the missing part of my drink… on his shirt. "Oh… shit," I breathed out, meeting the beast's eyes. "I didn't mean to," I murmured, giving him my best pleading gaze. He didn't seem impressed. His jaw was clenching, and his insanely alluring features sharpened. I needed to act fast, but my blurry mind wasn't very helpful. "I… I can wash your shirt," I blurted out. "I know how to get rid of every kind of stain from every kind of fabric."

He said giving me a pleading look. I chuckled, "no I'm not angry at you." We continued our search and soon found the right box. "What's this?" Aaron asked showing me a white shirt that now had paint hand prints all over it with my name written boldly at the center. I laughed, the hand prints were mine. "Its some kind of middle project. I decorated the shirt myself." "Cool," Aaron said and suddenly pulled his shirt over his head exposing his abs and shiny packs to me. My breath got caught in my throat immediately, I'll never be used to this. "What are you doing?"

“You.” I blushed, swatting his chest, distancing myself. I didn’t want to get too emotional. I cleared my throat. “What happened to your shirt?” I pointed to the large, splattered stain across the chest, something orange and suspiciously sticky. Gabe looked down and sighed, tugging at the hem. “Tyler,” he said, deadpan while peeling the shirt over his head in one smooth motion. “Now I see where Noah gets it from.”

This one just had a hole in the side of this face. I slowly started pulling off his dark clothes which was honestly a struggle. I tore off my bloody shirt and slipped it on. The shirt had blood on it but it wasn't really visible which was a win for me. I had to get new clothes. I took a deep breath and forced myself on my feet, groaning in pain at each movement to my left leg. Once I was up, I took a deep breath.

Even if he puked out there will be an opportunity to quickly clean up the sh¡t before she returns. Damn! It's so hot and almost burnt down his throat, he's a werewolf so the pain subsided at once. Lucky for him, his system did not reject the coffee and so he relaxed with a sigh when Catelyn appeared with a red raglan sleeve similar to the one Zayn had on. What was going on? "Your shirt is stained with blood, so..." She whispered and leaned closer to him. Even before he could think of stopping her, she laid hold of his first button and loosed it, then the next and the next--

Tyler was busy ripping his t-shirt to pieces and using it to bind my wrist. It was bleeding a lot and would need some serious attention. I had been tempted to use my powers, but the last thing I needed was to be in a blind rage with Rachelle around. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a knack at pissing me off. I needed a calm and clear head if I was going to convince her to return to the pack and clear Brodie’s name. “You okay?” Tyler was watching me carefully as he worked, no doubt looking for signs of discomfort.

It wasn’t working. John smiled sympathetically at me, noticing my discomfort. “I know how you feel about blood, and I’m so sorry to put you through this.” He took off his shirt and rolled it up into a ball so the blood wasn’t visible. Deciding that this might not be enough, he hid it under his seat. “There. That should make you feel better.”

Jan interrupted. "She's right, and I promise ... we'll go to his next concert, okay? I'm giving you my T-shirt and a promise ... so you have to cheer up," he pinched her chin gently. She laughed lightly, "Okay ... let's go ... maybe they have beers there," Hazel nudged Jan's arm. They laughed and had their arms over at each other's shoulders. **********