The Plot In You Shirt の小説・ストーリー

Come on , Mandy, you're supposed to be the Albert Einstein of my life yet can't comprehend on how a shirt works? " Of course! I mean, what else are you going to do with a shirt if not wear it?" I gave her a weary look. " What does this 'miracle shirt' of your look like? Is it too sexy? Too revealing , seeing as you love such shirts on me . Will it make me look like a prostitute? Or is it one that your ex girlfriend's wore before she dumped you-" " Just..." I found myself grabbing on to her shoulders, effectively shutting her up as my fingers reflexively squeezed into the soft, warm flesh of her pectoral muscles. " Stop talking and let me go grab you the shirt. "

I said. “When did you get it?” “This morning,” I answered. “And why, exactly, did you need a new shirt?” My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my expression neutral. I couldn’t tell him the truth—that my old shirt had been soaked in Jake’s blood when I’d tried to save him. “My old one was... ruined,” I said carefully. “Ruined how?” I shrugged. “Got ripped. I didn’t want to walk around looking sloppy.” He smiled sheepishly.“Ripped, you say? That’s odd. No one seems to remember you being in a fight or any other situation where your shirt might have gotten torn.”

“How did you know that?” Wrong shirt, but the same general idea. I nodded. It was close enough to be possible. “Lucky guess,” I said before mournfully adding, “Topher burned that shirt, you know. I thought it was an accident at the time. We were at a bonfire, and I spilled something on it, so he gave me another shirt from his truck to wear instead. Before the night was over, my Stranger Things shirt ended up in the fire. He acted so sorry, apologized like crazy, and swore he’d get me a new one. But he never did. He kept putting it off and distracting me every time I brought it up until I forgot about it entirely.” I shook my head and gritted my teeth. “I loved that shirt. I wore it all the t

She debated whether she should wear a t-shirt instead but a navy blue shirt had caught her eye so she took it instead. She took her dress off and changed into the shirt, then realized the trap he had laid for her, which she had brainlessly walked into. The shirt only covered half of her thighs! How was she supposed to walk around the house exposing so much flesh? But then again, she had slept in the car with him in just her knickers, and he had gone down on her more times than she could count.

Love turned venom Two truths from one night: pleasure and threat. “Which shirt?” I muttered, yawning as I pushed off the bed. Halfway to the bathroom, I froze. Then it hit me, cold and heavy: I hadn’t hidden Grant’s shirt. I’d stripped out of it, pulled on my pajamas, and dumped it like an idiot. Out in the open “This shirt.” Lena’s eyes burned into me, holding up the crisp fabric. “How do you have my daddy’s shirt?”

I noticed the tips were all obvious, I quickly used the shirt to cover up. The air was quite tense, he quickly turned to wear his shirt. “Why are you here?” I asked, trying to lessen the tension. " As you can see, I was treating my wound." he said, buttoning up his shirt. “By the way, are you okay seeing me shirtless?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. " Yeah I am, no big deal" I answered nonchalantly. "I'm not like those girls that are always all over you”. " I didn't ask that, Claire.” he said, tucking his shirt into his trousers. "So that means I wouldn't mind seeing you without a shirt too, you know?". I immediately stood up and threw my shoe at him, “You pervert!". He dodged it and starte

By the time we worked into his room I was already breathless. "You can't just throw a black card at me. Fraudsters exist,” Shane turned to and for the first time I noticed he was shirtless. When did the shirt come off? He turned to me with a tired expression and I took a step closer to him. He looked so much more handsome. His black hair tossed to the side and tattoos!!! "Take your card." I threw it to the bed about to turn when he grabbed me by the arm spinning me towards him. "I'm not taking your car you can go and shove it u-" the words never left my lips as he met mine.

Jack went to the changing room to put on his newly bought shirt, then dropped the shirt he wore just now into the shopping bag given by the salesgirl. He carried the bag and pulled Arya away. She foolishly followed and she could not help but ask. "Why did you suddenly buy a shirt?" "It's dirty. I've to change." Dirty? She thought for a moment and then responded. What? She did not stain his shirt with muddy water! "Isn't that an exaggeration?" Jack looked back at her and handed the shopping bag containing his shirt to her. "Take a look for yourself."

I winked at them as I ran off to go select their clothes, while they followed behind me, I came across a Gucci couple t-shirt and I could picture Dante and Dell in it and I could swear they are going to look so cute so I got two of the shirt immediately “Princess, why same shirt?” Dell asked and I smiled “It's a couples t-shirt for you two” “Huh? We are not wearing that right?” He turned to Dante “Uhhhhh, it's not bad” Dante stuttered coming to my side, “You…….” Dell pointed accusing fingers at Dante

CAMERON'S P.O.V "Please stop crying, Mille," I tried again, but failed miserably as she only cried harder. I sighed, panic creeping in. "I got it, I got it!" Shayla yelled as she burst out from the shop doors and I wondered for a moment how she managed to do that without colliding with the glass doors. Shaking my thoughts off, I grabbed the package and held it in Camille's vision line,"Is this the T-shirt?"