The Savior's Mark

Tristan did not reply and hung up the phone. He looked at Hazel, who looked out of sorts, and smiled. "Does the shirt not look good on me? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Hazel suddenly came back to her senses and realized that he had already put the shirt on. The light blue shirt clung nicely to the shape of his body, making him look as good as a model who was ready to walk down the runway.