The Plot In You Shirt Novels & Stories

Kellan gestured to the bag where a shirt was inside, and Scarlett nodded. "Can you maybe close your eyes, please?" Scarlett begged. She could not take off her shirt with him staring at her like that. Kellan nodded as he clamped his eyelids shut and waited for her to change. Scarlett quickly pulled the shirt over her head and wore the one Kellan had passed to her. "I'm done," she told him when she had finished tugging the shirt over her head. Kellan gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over her head, and Scarlett gulped when she saw the abs glistening under the dimly lit car.

he murmured, he reached for her hand and set her loose, his fingers working quickly. The moment the knot gave way and the piece of cloth fell uselessly to the floor, Betty didn’t hesitate. Her hands, finally free, flew to the buttons of his shirt. Driven by a raw, adrenaline fueled passion, she gripped his cloth and tugged it over his shoulders with desperate strength. In her haste to discard the garment, she flung the shirt carelessly. It sailed through the air, landing with a soft thud on top the wooden box sitting on the nearby table.

“You can’t let her see you with blood on your shirt.” I didn’t realize it until I looked at my shirt. “Thank you.” I followed Terzo upstairs. “Does she know what you do for a living?” “Yes, since we met. She knew who I was and what I was. In fact.” He showed me a bullet on his chest. “Oh, not that again, babe.” Dani came with a white shirt. “This is brand new. I bought shirts, but he doesn’t wear them, and I can’t let a billionaire wear an old shirt.”

“We’ll just have to make do with the space we have here.” Space? Space for what? But as I turned to look at him, I had to fight the urge to just spin right back around again. Because he stood to the side as he watched me, slowly starting the process of unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?” I yelled in surprise, unable to stop myself from looking. He didn’t seem phased in any way though, his lip twitching into a smile. “It’s my favourite shirt,” he said, as if it were obvious. “I don’t want it to get ruined.”

But he remained silent, his hands tightly gripping the shirt that resembled Jacob's. "Is that Jacob's shirt?" I questioned, my heart pounding with anticipation. With great effort, he nodded, confirming my suspicion. My heart sank, and a sense of foreboding washed over me. "Why do you have his shirt with you?" I inquired, my voice trembling with concern. Once again, Austin offered no response, leaving me even more anxious. "Austin, please, you are scaring me. Why do you have his shirt?" A single tear rolled down his cheek, intensifying my worry. I pleaded with him, hoping he would find the strength to share his pain with me.

It was a routine task, yet at that moment, it felt like I'd lost all semblance of understanding, the basic act of dressing an overwhelming ordeal. Defeated, I collapsed onto the bed, my sobs a testament to the inner turmoil that gripped me. It wasn't just the shirt; it was everything—the weight of what had transpired, the realization of my actions, and the suffocating blanket of grief that seemed to envelop me. Kael moved towards me, his actions gentle. Taking the shirt from my hands, he whispered, "You helped me get my shirt on earlier, right? Let me help you get yours on now, okay?" I finally gave up and let him.

The room went dead silent. Zara slowly stood up, holding the shirt in one hand and the button in the other. Her voice was dangerously calm. “Do you mind explaining,” she said, “where the buttons from this shirt went?” Adrian and Rosey stared at the shirt. Blank. Frozen.

- Allison's POV “The other day we were at the mall and I wanted to buy a royal blue shirt, she didn't like the shirt and said it would look ugly and that I would look like an Italian mafia boss, then a young girl came into the store and she went to buy a shirt to her father, I think it was her father's birthday, anyway the girl bought a green flag shirt, so I just turned to Sarah and said "As I would like to have a wife who respected my tastes, that girl, for example, would certainly approve of me wearing a royal blue shirt, but I understand you, Sarah, after years of marriage you've changed and you're leaving your youthful air aside...", I said this with the biggest look of shame on my face

I felt myself get slightly embarrassed, it was great sex but rock my world? Okay maybe… "Yeah, plus that shirt's not yours." Em pointed out. It was a little big on me, black and coming to the start of my thighs. "I could own this shirt." I scoffed. Maybe I liked this type of clothing. She narrowed her eyes at me, she was gonna counter me but the sound of my door opening caught all of our attention. "They're still here?!" Shay whispered to me, her hand clutching my arm. Ah fuck, don't come out here, don't meet them…

This shirt is a limited branded shirt! That girl messes up my day! After soaking my shirt, I squeezed it down to dry it a bit and put it on. It feels weird wearing this shirt because it becomes see-through as I see my abs showing. But, I didn't mind, and I'll just borrow some shirts from Marco's closet. I go outside the comfort room, and when I open the door, I glimpse at her restlessly waiting for me outside. I called her a weirdo and ignored her as I walked past her, but she stopped me as I felt her hands brush my back. I turn around and glimpse at her falling as her hands graze my body, and then my eyes widen when I feel her groping my manhood.