𝐴 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐴𝑔𝑒 𝑌𝐴 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙
𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬
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Having been uprooted from the only country she'd ever known and moved to the other side of the Atlantic, Angie couldn't be more disgruntled with her life at the moment.
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ANGIE
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"I still don't understand why I couldn't have just kept my outfit on," I complained as I tried to stuff my legs into a pair of Oliver's jeans in the back of his car.
It was a charming reminder why I despised those contraptions.
"Are you almost finished?" He asked, ignoring my statement.
"Don't rush me," I grumbled, feeling awfully chubby as I tried pulling the waistband over my hips. Oliver was slim, yes, but he wore his pants loosely. Assuming they'd fit me wasn't the best idea.
"Give me another bite," I demanded, letting out a puff of air as I finally got them over my butt.
With his body facing forward—as it had been the moment I started changing in the backseat—Oliver reached back and offered me another bite of my burrito.
"Thank you bubba," I cooed, enjoying how uncomfortable he was with me changing in the backseat.
It was his idea, so he had only himself to blame.
Wherever this "chess club" was, it apparently warranted a wardrobe change. So, Oliver bought me a new pair of shoes and cheap street food.
Then he drove to wherever the hell we were right now and told me to change into the extra clothes he kept in his car.
In his words, ever since I assaulted him with delicious teriyaki sauce, he saw it fit to keep an entire spare wardrobe in his car.
Which brought us to me sucking in my gut as I buttoned Oliver's pants and trying not to breathe too heavily less it ripped open.
I opened the back door and hopped out, anxious to stretch my legs.
Oliver's trousers fit snug on my waist, bum and thighs but loosely from my knees down. Luckily, his oversized brown jumper would hide the incorrect fit.
