Dan Levy Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

I dove in, letting the laps ease the tension in my knee and the knot in my chest. I surfaced after a few laps, pushing wet hair from my face, when the patio door opened. Draven stepped out, tall and commanding in the low light. His charcoal shirt hung open at the collar, revealing the tattoos covering his upper left arm. His dyed gray hair caught the moonlight, giving his chiseled features a striking edge. He shed his shirt and pants, stepping into the water in black briefs. Water rippled around his powerful frame as he closed the distance, pulling me gently against him. One arm wrapped around my waist, his free hand tracing slow patterns along my spine.

Levi has the whole sexy-nerd look going on. His hair is a little long, and when he's wearing his glasses it normally gets into his eyes. He tends to wear button down shirts with his sleeves rolled up, showing off a scar he got in a fight when he was younger. He's so damn hot, I swear I'm starting to sweat just looking at him.

And to make things worse, there was a ticking bomb in his house under the disguise of a witch huntress. The next evening, Levy stepped in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection while dressed in an off-shoulder black dress that shimmered with every move of hers. “ I don’t think this dress suits me,” she told the man behind her but gasped when she saw him wearing a fitting inky blue shirt. Her eyes fell on the three buttons that had been left undone and showed off his tanned and smooth skin. And when he pushed himself off the doorframe where he was leaning against, she watched his muscles ripple.

They are also trying on their tuxedos. Evren and Reed are both topless, dressed only in black dress pants. Evren is fastening his belt, while Reed is combing through his hair while inspecting his shirt displayed on a hanger. On the other hand, Luca stands before the mirror, fixing the knot of his bow tie, while Jace is fastening the buttons of his shirt.

It was uncommon for me to kiss someone other than Ashton in public, let alone a nerd. But looking at Tyler walking confidently next to me, he did not look like his usual nerd self. He was not wearing any vest or even that high-neck buttoned-up shirt that looked like it could strangle his neck. No, he was wearing something casual: a white shirt and black pants. To be really honest, he looked as hot as Adam Levine, which was funny, because he was a nerd—nerds were not supposed to look this hot. Tyler Vincent being hot was the same as Mey thinking Harry Potter was hot, which means it did not make sense to me.

Liam replied, shrugging his shoulders lazily. "Right, you respond to me." Dylan's voice coming out of the woods got everyone's attention. He was only wearing a pair of dark denim jeans that were hanging dangerously low on his hips. It didn't exactly help that he wasn't wearing a shirt. His muscular chest and defined abs were on full display. I stared at Dylan for a moment, finding myself distracted by him. "Is it ready?" Dylan asked Jace, while cocking an eyebrow. Jace nodded, and he turned to give me a knowing look. I so bad wanted to wipe the smirk out of his face.

Ashly demanded something from nowhere, which made Alex start. But then Alex chuckled, getting up from the bed and undressing slowly. Teasing Ashly as he unbuttoned his silk shirt. Ashly has seen Alex shirtless before, and she almost came in her pants at the sight of her Alphas abs. Like how the fuck is ripped like that? Alex threw his shirt on the floor, then moved to his skinny jeans and took them off with one swift movement. Alex stood there in all his glory.

Instead, I focused on Leander. When my eyes settled on him, I blinked in shock. Today, he wasn't wearing dress pants and a button-down shirt. Oh no, he was dressed much more informally, in black jeans that hung low on his trim waist revealing very distinct V-shaped indentions at his hips, black boots and no shirt whatsoever!

"Which one of these shirts?" "Is that a trick question? Aren't they the same?" "No, they're not. This has a pocket, and this—" he waved the other in front of her. "—Doesn't!" "They are both white, though." "I know they're both white," he exhaled and frowned. "You know what, never mind. I'll go with the Dior." Natalie watched the muscles on his arms and back ripple as he shrugged into the shirt. Levi turned around, smirking, when he caught her looking at him. "You like the view?"

Except this time, Dylan was the feature of a video clip, dressed in—my, my! Shirtless Dylan, with an oiled chest and red bow tie, wearing the bottom half of a fireman’s uniform and carrying an ax? While strolling down a runway at a charity bachelor auction. She laughed; she’d seen the same clip on YouTube. But why was he being featured on a morning news show? “Laura, that’s him, right? The guy who delivered flowers to you a few weeks ago.” Debbie nudged a woman standing next to her. “I could never forget that, uh...face. Yeah,” she said with a low whistle. “That face.”