Novel & Cerita Dan Levy Shirtless

But I wasn't alone. Movement caught my eye near the weight section. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. Someone was there, silhouetted in the low light. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out more details. It was a guy, working out on the bench press. The weights clinked softly as he lifted them with. He was shirtless. My breath caught as he sat up, and even in the dim lighting, I recognized him immediately. Draven. His dark hair was slightly damp with sweat, his muscular chest rising and falling with each breath. He hadn't noticed me yet, too focused on his workout. The moonlight streaming through the high windows caught the definition of his shoulders, his arms, the lean strength of his fram

“Oh, this?” she said, grinning. “I just grabbed the first stuff I saw.” “That’s what it looks like,” Leesa teased, “except that somehow the colors all match.” Andy’s arrival interrupted their banter. He was wearing bleached jeans and an open brown suede jacket over a darker brown T-shirt that proclaimed “Thank God It’s Fry Day” in big gold letters. In between the Thank God It’s and the Fry Day was a picture of giant fried chicken leg, dripping grease. No wonder he and Cali got along so well, Leesa thought, not for the first time.

somebody yelled and everybody turned to the door to see the four cuties who were just coming in, looking unbelievably hot. Leonard was putting on an armless white shirt showing off his wolf tatoo on his left arm on a black trouser, his hair was dyed blue and he was putting on studs making him look hot. Donald was also putting on an armless white shirt but his was on black shorts, his hair was dyed red and he had a lip ring on. Dylan had a denim shirt and a denim trouser on, he was putting on a stud too and his hair was still its original colour but he still looked cute.

I called out, and the door opened to reveal Levi carrying a tray that filled the room with the heavenly smell of coffee and warm pastries. But the tray wasn’t what stole my breath. He was shirtless, and yes, I’d seen it all before, but I couldn’t help my eyes that slid down the length of his torso, broad chest, sculpted abs, and tanned skin that seemed to catch the light in all the right places. He looked like he’d stepped straight out of a fitness magazine.

She lit one, inhaled, let the smoke curl upward into the heavy dusk. Across the gap, Levi’s balcony door slid open. Shirtless again, sweat still gleaming on his chest and stomach from whatever workout he’d just finished. Black basketball shorts hung low on narrow hips, the waistband of dark boxer briefs visible above them. A fresh tattoo wrapped his left forearm—something sharp and geometric, still red at the edges. He leaned on his railing, forearms braced, and met her eyes without flinching. “Evening,” he said. Voice rough from disuse or smoke or both.

I wasn’t exactly prepared for the sudden turn the afternoon would take. But then again, when was I ever prepared for him? Without a word, Cayden yanked off his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso that was honestly, unnecessary I was already quite aware of what I was dealing with. His remaining clothing? A strip of cloth so minimal, it barely qualified as attire.

A white shirt with a black leather coat that's beside him and a fitted ripped jeans along with those black sneakers. Definitely a heartbreaker. Damon remarked, "Stop staring, love, I'll melt." "Geez, you're so cringey as usual." While Serena showing off her height wore a sleeveless white crop top along with her white skirt and black elegant heels. And Dylan was the most perfect of them all, he wore an oversized cartoon graphic shirt and denim jeans. Comparisons are easily done once you had a taste of perfection, which is Dylan! Damon laughed at me as he whisphered softly, "How could you make anyone excited to see you with how you look right now, Olivia?"

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

I shiver like a drama queen. He stands stoically in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips. I do love a man in sweatpants and nothing else. His bare chest is wild making me wet already. Those pecs of his sure do stand out and his abs are like an Adonis. “Okay, sorry about that. But that doesn’t matter now. What matters is Dylan, and I are over and I’m seeing you. Come on, Levy stop being a spoil sport and get a girl warm already.” Licking my lips I keep a close eye on him, I can see the conflict all over his face.

She let out a sigh of relief as she had been able to get inside. Would she have the courage to face Dylan after what she experienced with him in her dream!? It was going to be difficult! The other boys were still heckling outside. Hayley suddenly heard someone talking. "Guys! What're all those noises outside?" Dylan Cole suddenly appeared. He was shirtless and his muscular torso was covered with water droplets as if the dew had fallen on it. He had a towel in his hand, with which he was wiping his torso. Upon seeing who came to visit him, Dylan had one of those devilish smirks he used to have when he had a perverse idea in mind.