Amelia stood there in a fitted shirt; gone was the girl of only last year. There was something in the way that she stood, a pride in herself that was so lovely to see. I could say that she had bloomed as flowers do, and I often think of her that way, delicate and beautiful, giving of her inner beauty so freely. I knew though, in that moment, her clad in perfect silky white, that she was ready for the big wide world. As much as I would have loved to keep her, she belongs to herself, the keeper of her destiny. I wonder why the shirt brought such feelings, for it is the woman inside it who means everything to me. I guess it was a symbol, a way of dressing to invoke a formal relationship wherever she went.
The shirt was loose with a neat trimmed edge rather than a collar. I would say he wore a t-shirt only it wasn't. The fabric had that linen look with a subtle stripe and pattern of flora, masculine and feminine all at once. I guess that summed Ben up pretty well; I think that's why all the girls loved him - as a strong and emotionally literate man. He was beautiful, so easy to love.
It wasn't quite a t-shirt, it wasn't quite a shirt. The collar played about his neck in the warm wind, the fabric was close enough to show the shape of his chest. It would have been pretty in any colour, something Sarah wanted to touch, hug, loose herself in, if only for a moment. Then she caught his eye. He flexed and wiggled his eyebrows, a smile ready to light his face, one to match the cheeky gleam in his eyes. Sarah looked for all the world like a child found with an extra cookie, then she shrugged, smiling broadly, "Well, Ryan, God made you cute for a reason; I'm just enjoying the view."
The shirt was clean; it had that freshly washed appearance. Lydia let herself watch how the fabric moved, linen with soft crinkles was so much softer than ironed cotton, so much more tactile. She liked that about Tim, that he was a take-it-or-leave-it guy to go with the warmth and emotional generosity. He was the first to offer his arm, to lean in for a kiss, to offer a well meant compliment; he hugged her as if she were is only treasure, as if he could feel her love as easily as smell her perfume.