My Bully
With a light chuckle, I got up from the bed and watched Steve rummage through his closet, looking for something that would look good on me.
After a few moments of searching, he emerged with a gray shirt and white, torn jeans. As I put on the shirt, I was surprised to see how well it fit me, even though it was oversized. The jeans were tight around my thighs, which were a little bigger than Steve's, but they fit perfectly. I decided to go for a messy hair look, which added a touch of effortless charm to my overall appearance.
Meanwhile, Steve went for a white shirt, a gray sweatshirt, and black jeans. He styled his hair using some gel and combed it back, revealing his striking forehead. I cou