Please Come Home Hoodie Novels & Stories

Sighing she started searching something for her to wear. After sometime she came across a blue colored hoodie and after seeing then huge size she could easily tell that the hoodie belongs to Joaquin. He has the biggest body among the three of them. Shrugging she wore the hoodie while reached to below her mid thighs. After wearing it she messily tied her hair in a ponytail and came out of the room heading downstairs. She saw the brothers already at the dining table waiting for her.

He smiles as he holds it up, and looking at me, he asks, "Did you pick this out yourself?" I think for a moment. "Well, Ves didn't pick it out, and neither did Pike or the others, so yeah." Dane laughs and reaches and pats my shoulder. "Ahh, Reza. You can just say yes and smile." I don't but Dane takes the other gift from my hand and destroys the ribbon as he opens it. Isn't he supposed to wait? He throws the paper on to the ground and opens the box, revealing the hoodie inside. I picked one that isn't polyester and cotton blend. Those are okay, but they don't last. I picked an expensive one that has a wool lining inside.

"He came to town a year before graduation and he never spoke to anyone, dude's always worn a hoodie or a baseball cap it was as if he was trying to hide" "Baseball cap" Kim said trying to think, then the memory came rushing back to her in waves but she still wasn't sure. "Did he by any chance win the math competition by coming in first place?". Delighted Mika clapped her hands together drawing a few curious glance to them. "Yes! And you came in second place, you should have seen your face that day normally you always came first but that year was the first time someone beat you to it".

“Come.” Hilda took her to a boutique. Keondra happily looked around. “This is amazing!” “Should've taken you to the mall in Kraxuris.” “This is fine too.” “Yeah, but everything is better, and bigger in Kraxuris.” Hilda picked out a black hoodie. “This is nice.” “It looks just like my shirt.” “It's called a hoodie.” “What is a hoodie?” Keondra took it from her. “It's longer than mine.”

“Absolutely not. Dad has no idea about this situation, and I’d rather keep it that way.” “If you prefer, I have an alternative,” Darius offered, handing me a black hoodie with bold red writing. It had a rebellious vibe, reminiscent of rock music videos. It wasn’t my style, but I wasn’t in a position to be picky. “I know the weather can be quite chilly, and it’s interesting how the human body doesn’t generate its own warmth.”

His gaze dragged over my wet clothes, the shaking in my fingers, and my tired eyes, reading me like he always does, and just a little, since I know trying hard isn’t possible, I faked I wasn’t really affected by his presence. “You just need to accept me.” He growled, and I saw something like anger flicker across his face, but if the anger was at himself or at me, I couldn’t tell. Then he stepped back and motioned toward the car. “Get in. We will get your mum. I’m offering you both a home.” I wanted to cry, overwhelmed by his sardonic voice, but never would I break under his glorious watch. But the word home hit me like a sharp blade. Home, warmth, safety. A place where the doors locked and t

His hoodie smells like the way Aiden smells, which is cedar and hospital soap and the smell of a man who is in love with a woman and is not going to pretend he is not. I put my face in his hoodie. I put my face in the fabric of a man who has just called HR and PR and told them the entire world, in a way that is the entire world. We are going to get in trouble, I mumble into his hoodie. Probably, he says. His voice is the voice of a man whose chest is rumbling against my face, in the way that chests do when they are talking, in the way that is the entire thing. Worth it.

I said in confusion though I knew what he was thinking about. “You said you’re hungry, well, so am I” he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and I was busting in laughter like a child. “I need food… get off of me” I said punching him slowly and he listened to me instantly like a good boy. “And I need you” he spoke as I stood up and got out of the room. “Sarah, take this hoodie, you’re not going out like this” He said being serious and threw a huge hoodie in my direction, “Was it made for ‘the rock’?” I asked as I never saw such a huge piece of clothing item in my whole life.

He was tall and had broad shoulders so she was sure she'd find something she would fit it. And she did but the idea was totally ridiculous.It was a black hoodie with a gold inscription on it that glowed in the dark. The inscriptions were 'F*ck you'.She could imagine him taunt her all morning and that was the last thing she wanted. She sighed as she tried to check for more possible options but there was none.All full of suits.And she guessed he was here only for a while because this couldn't possibly be all of his clothes. She surrendered and put on the black hoody with the inscriptions.After which she found the baby's feeder in one of the bags Mrs Bryan bought.