“You Look Good In My Shirt” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday


Note: This was adapted for yesterday’s #MarquessaChallenge (soon to be #LyricalFictionChallenge) – I’m busy with NaNoWrimo!

Delaney was breathtaking standing in the doorway. It almost hurt to look at her.

Barefoot, messy hair, barely any make-up and wearing one of my shirts that fit her more like a mini dress…absolutely sexy.

Hmmm…I can easily picture her years from now, getting better looking with every year, reaching her sexual peak and maybe even with the kind of fuller figure physique that I had preference for…I need her to stay.

“We need to do this more often. You look good in my shirt.”

Laney laughed, twirled in my shirt and then waved her stained clothes at me.

“Spilling red wine all over me? I don’t think so. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you did it on purpose Alejandro.”

But I hadn’t and she knew it. I’d tripped over one of Nate’s toys just as I was handing her a glass of wine and the contents had splashed on her shirt and capri pants. After it happened, Nate taken one look at the situation and had quickly vanished for fear of being disciplined. I’d warned him more than once about leaving his toys around.

“Where’s your washing machine? Maybe I could soak these down and see if they are salvageable.”

I jumped up and grabbed at the clothes.

“No need. Alma will take care of it.”

“I can do it myself. You don’t have to ask Alma,” she started to protest but I quickly placed a finger on her lips. I would have prefered to quiet her with a kiss but I didn’t.

“And you don’t have to be so independent all the time. Once and a while, just let someone else handle things. Let me take care of you.”

Delaney smiled but rolled her eyes and reluctantly handed me her clothes. I went to find Alma who was more than happy to get the wine stains out. As I walked back outside to the deck, I stopped to watch Delaney leaning against the railing and looking out at the ocean. Delaney never got tired of the view and I never got tired of watching her enjoy it.

My eyes glided over her curvy body and down the length of her smooth bare legs. I didn’t want to imagine the day that she would no longer be around but our days were numbered. I brushed up next to her.

“You should go talk to Nate. He probably thinks that you’re upset at what happened,” she encouraged.

It was no secret that my little boy was in love with her and even our dog wouldn’t leave her alone whenever she came over. Delaney was tuned into Nate and not even his own mother had that ability. Instead of being upset about her outfit being ruined, Delaney brushed it all off like water on a duck’s back.

“No, not yet. He’s in his room and should have a little time to reflect on why I keep telling him to put his toys away.”

Delaney didn’t argue and we stood in silence for a while. That’s what I loved about being with her – words weren’t always necessary for us to talk.

I took her hand and lead her to the hammock. I settled myself in and helped her do the same alongside me. We swayed and swayed, saying nothing but my mind wandering to the future when she would be gone.

I couldn’t help myself anymore and asked her what I had always wanted to know.


“Uh huh?”

“Tell me what you don’t want me to know.”

I felt her body stiffen. Just when I’d thought that I’d overstepped our bounds, her body relaxed and she looked up at me.


As I looked into her pretty brown eyes, I was no longer sure if I truly wanted to know. None of it would matter if Delaney stayed.

I needed her to stay.

I needed to give her a reason to stay.

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37 thoughts on ““You Look Good In My Shirt” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

            1. I can assure you that the answer is no. Charlotte’s in New York, Tyler is in Montreal, Aleja is in San Juan. But one if the girls ‘may’ eventually have a connection to Charlotte…๐Ÿ˜ˆ

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