"Get ready, James!" I demanded.
"But I want to stay in bed with you," he whined.
We currently had to go visit my dad, but James wouldn't get up.
"If you don't get up, we're not going to have sex for a month. No, two months!" I threatened.
James quickly got up at that, searching for clean clothes in his drawers.
I rolled my eyes, but then smirked. "Hey, I have an idea. Don't put on a shirt; I have one for you."
I opened my own drawer, and pulled out my favorite shirt. I turned to James, and held it out to him.
"Oh, hell no. I am not wearing that," James said.
I pouted, "For me." I gave him puppy dog eyes, and stuck my bottom lip out.
"... Fuck, fine!"
I grinned, "Yay."
He slid it on, and put on boxers and jeans.
I watched him, fondly. Damn, I love this guy and I don't even know why... I smiled, and looked him over.
"You look adorable in my pink shirt," I laughed.
"Shut up," he blushed.
"I love you," I sighed.
"I love you, too."
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My Pink Shirt (bxb)
RomanceBOOK 2 IN THE GAY COLOR SERIES Ash Anderson was first bullied, by a kid named James, on the first day of second grade. Why? Because he wore a pink shirt. People call him gay which he is, but sh, don't tell anyone! Now every year on the first day of...
