The Plot In You Shirt Novels & Stories

on his shirt are ripped off, and his sexy chest as well as his abs are shining brighter than her future! He’s looking at her putting on a disgusting expression. She keeps looking at his abs, still holding the collar of his shirt while choking on her saliva. “Don’t tell me you are looking at this puppy’s abs!” he says to her, and then she comes to her senses. She quickly spares his shirt, but her cheeks turn red out of embarrassment. “I-I’m extremely sorry.” “Y-your shirt is all torn!” she tells him, but making her choke again, he removes the shirt from his body. “Argh, what are you doing?” she asks him. He places his torn shirt on her hand. “What will I do with it?” “Keep it with you; you w

I conceded to his words. “That seems wrong to say about someone you've just met.” He retorts, as he cared less about me sitting in the living room with him. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side, he took another one from the wardrobe. “I'm not the one that burnt those bodies.” I turned my eyes away after stealing glances at gigantic tatto on his back. “You were the one that shot them.” He chuckles as he showed me the former shirt, I could see the blood stains on it.

He’s the one with lustful thoughts, but he’s blaming it on my shirt? Besides, she did not wear this shirt to meet him. The shirt was the popular style this year, so each girl would certainly have one or two in their wardrobe. Nora was so angry that she wiped her mouth and cursed at him angrily, “You’re shameless!” She stood up and was about to leave when Julian grabbed her again. “Wait.” Julian stood up as well. He raised his hand to pull the collar of her shirt upwards, forcibly changing the shape of her shirt into a round collar.

she lifted the shirt in her other hand “—this is yours, isn’t it? Emily kept it in her closet like it was her only treasure!” Emily’s heart stopped. She blushed and couldn’t look at Charles. Charles’s gaze shifted toward the shirt. He knew it instantly… it was unmistakably his. He stared at it for a long second, then turned his eyes toward Emily. Their eyes met. The air between them tightened, thick and suffocating. Emily’s lips parted, but no words came out. She wished the floor would open and swallow her whole. She couldn’t defend herself not from the truth that she once cherished that shirt more than anything.

She pulls her crop top off and quickly chucks his shirt on, she drowns in the big blue shirt he was wearing. Alexei struggles to even get an arm in the crop. “A little help here please.” He pleades, sending me his best puppy dog eyes. I snort at the sight and lift the shirt of his arm. “Come here.” I say laughing and push the shirt over his head.

"In the beginning, they they didn't like each other very much; afterwards, they became friends and finally fell in love. I think that can happen. "I believe you can." “He certainly hoped he could. Massaging her back, he said: "You'd feel better if you took your shirt off." She tensed and several seconds passed while he could have sworn he heard his own voice. accelerated breathing. Then she reached under her chest and unfastened the buttons. With your help, she pulled her blouse from her arms. He tossed the shirt onto the bed and stared down at it. Thin bra straps

“,I'm sure you'll surely find your mate soon.” “I hope I will.” We arrived at the highest shopping mall some minutes later and decided to visit the boutique just as we had earlier planned. Getting into the boutique, I found many admirable dresses that I didn't even know which to choose from. Just then, I noticed Miss Julia was staring at a shirt. If I'm not mistaken, the shirt was clearly a guy's shirt. I walked over to where she stood staring at the shirt. “Miss Julia, do you perhaps love shirts too?”

I felt so embarrassed to even think about what happened last night, so how could I bring myself to explain it to her? She held the shirt I was wearing and pulled the collar. “Oh my…” she gasped in shock, and I raised a brow. What was it now? “This is a Stuart Hughes edition,” she blurted, and I raised a brow. What does that even mean? “A complete suit is worth 800,000 dollars,” she spouted, and my eyes widened as I stared at the shirt one more time. I smacked my lips. “No more talking, just drop me off… I need to sleep.” My head was pounding, and I wasn’t in the mood to talk about a shirt.

she said, trailing off muttering under her breath as she marched away from me, and towards the door as I started to laugh hysterically. Turning around she glared daggers at me. “Keep it up, chuckles. And here, I was going to offer to get you a shirt for the meeting. Now you can figure it out yourself.” She said in a huff. Flashing to her, I stood between her and the door. I stared down at her and couldn’t get the thought out of my head that she was going to get me a shirt from another man but at the same time I couldn’t wait to have her be the one under me. As I watched her I could tell the sight of my body was having her wondering the same thing as she began to lick and bite her lips. Snapp