Novel & Cerita Cameron Monaghan Shirtless

Hell, why am I wearing it when he knows that I know that this is his favorite dress? I’m pathetic. Damn it, I should have worn something he hates. I close my eyes in disgust at my inability to play it cool already. I blow out a breath and reapply my lip gloss before I head downstairs. I find Cameron and Owen standing near the front door, waiting for me. Cameron’s eyes glance up and glow with affection when he sees me coming down the stairs He’s wearing army green cargo pants and a black V-neck T-shirt with a puffy sports kind of vest unzipped. His usual expensive trendy get up. His dark hair is a mass of unruly, messy curls and his big lips are an appealing shade of come fuck me.

"No offence King Kanyon, but why are we here in your office wearing our pyjamas at 6 in the morning?" Cameron sought. “I'm taking a break from training Theo today, so I was thinking about catching some extra sleep, not walking around here tempting these she-Lycans in my man-string. Look how sexy I look in this thing.” Cameron turned his butt around so King Kanyon and the others could take a look at his bare ass. Alpha Daniel quickly spun his head away and shut his eyes, biting on his lips to keep himself from laughing.

"I can do this. How hard can it be?" "Famous last words," Ploy muttered. The Next Day - Campus Coffee Shop I was sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, nursing my third cup of coffee and trying to work up the courage to walk across campus to the garage, when I saw him. Kamon was in line at the counter, looking tired and gorgeous in a simple black t-shirt. His dark hair was slightly messy, like he'd been running his hands through it, and he had that serious expression he always wore when he thought no one was watching.

Cameron left me at the door of Kaius’s room. I wanted to ask him at that moment why he never called me, why he kept his distance from me on my sixteenth birthday. But I couldn’t bring myself to ask him all the questions that I wanted, so I let him go. I heaved a sigh of relief before I opened the door. I didn’t expect to see a shirtless man in front of me with just his boxers on, a towel around his neck, wet dark hair, and strong arms.

He was already there. Damon stood just inside the heavy curtain, his broad shoulders blocking the strobe-lit chaos behind him. He wasn’t in club clothes. He wore dark trousers and a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as if he’d come straight from something far more serious. In one hand, held loosely between his fingers like a forgotten cigarette, was the first holy Grail shard.

"Ugh, I apologize for what's going to happen." "What?" Sarah asked, curiosity piqued. I hesitated. "It's Cameron." Sarah's eyes widened. "Who's Cameron?" she asked. "A friend," I replied. We walked into the house. The sound of laughter and music hit us. Cameron's voice boomed from the living room. "Hey, man!" Cameron greeted. He was shirtless on the couch. "Who's the chick?" he asked, referring to Sarah. "Where's your shirt, man?" I replied.

I shout at her. We make our way off the track and I find. Cameron is waiting for me, looking handsome as ever in a plain t-shirt and some nice jeans. His brown eyes lazily roam over my body in my spandex shorts and skin-tight tank. I roll my eyes at him. It’s not like he hasn’t been to every single one of my races and seen me in this getup before. He reaches for me, engulfing me in an enormous hug. “I knew you could do it.” Pulling away, he looks down at me. “Have I told you how much I freaking love you today?”

What was he trying to say? Cameron saw the confusion on her face, and he shook his head. He realized he was going to have to show her more, or say it out if he ever wanted to have anything to do with her. He looked at her body again, the bikini she was wearing so revealing, leaving little to the imagination. It was a high cut one-shouldered black one piece bikini, that had a peach-colored transparent material sewn as its pattern. The transparent area showed the underneath side of her left breast and the upper part of her right, and then a small part of her belly. Fuck, he tightened in his pants. He looked back at her face and saw her licking her bottom lip, and it added to his problem.

With every fibre of my being, I let out a slow breath and slipped on an expression of annoyance. I opened the door finding a shirtless Damon standing in front of me. His pants were low on his hips. My fingers twitched, begging me to touch the muscles of his toned chest. The sweet smell of citrus and pine wrapped around me, stealing my breath away. But despite how good he looked and smelled, I forced my back to straighten and my eyes to focus on his.

he whispered in her ear, smirking at the trail of goosebumps his breath left across her bare shoulders and neck. "Did you ever think I would be putting the gold on, Moni?" Damon asked with an excited grin, making her and David laugh, as he buttoned the trousers up and smoothed any creases out of them, eyeing the gold stripe down the outside of the black dress pants. He took the white shirt from the hanger and shrugged it on, watching his reflection in the mirror as he fumbled with the buttons.