Novel & Cerita Derek Hale Shirtless

“Pietra! He hugged me, his muscles tense. Derek was a fitness junkie. He was always at the gym or going for a run or participating in one of those firefights where you swing ropes like Tarzan. This meant that their hugs could be quite intense. “Derek… I can't breathe. I flailed my arms uselessly as he squeezed the air from my lungs. Derek released me. “You smell really bad,” he said, smiling as he ran his fingers through his short, wavy black hair. “I really wish everyone would stop pointing that out. “It's hard not to. Do you want to take a shower?

It felt like a wonderfully choreographed dream, one that made me feel more at peace, and a deeper connection to my kin. The howls around us faded and we were alone once more. The silence was peaceful as Derek shifted back to his human form. His shirt was in tatters, but luckily his pants hadn’t suffered the same fate. “How’s that for a performance?” He chuckled as he dropped beside me, picking up one of the meat slices and placing it in his mouth. He didn’t seem to care that he was half naked, his bare chest an object of attraction to me. I could hardly take my eyes off his glistening abs, and the moonlight made his body glow more ethereally.

His deep voice reverberated around the room, causing me to jump back in surprise. "Goodness, you scared the shit out of me," I placed my hands on my chest trying to stabilize my breathing bit with Derek's eyes fixed on me it was pretty much difficult to bring to breathing back to normal. He had changed his dressing and was presently wearing a purely White clothing. His biceps bare and visible, making him hotter than he already is. Staying in the same space with him was quite suppressing. I don't know if it's Alpha aura or the fact that he was just too cute to be humane.

Just last month, the entire Hale family had both made the cover of Vintage Daily for family of the week. And then—Damon. He stood just behind them, slightly out of the line of focus, as if he didn’t want to be there at all. His hair was a dark chestnut brown, neat but not overdone, with a few rebellious strands that caught the light. He wore a slate shirt with the sleeves rolled once at the wrist, the collar open just enough to reveal the faintest line of his throat. It was too simple an outfit for a boy of his name, but maybe that was what made him stand out.

she murmured. Chris looked at her sharply. “You can’t live your life in reverse.” She gave a humorless smile. “Watch me try.” Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Keys jingled. The door opened. Derek stepped inside, scarf loose around his neck, hair slightly windblown. He was talking before he saw them. “You won’t believe the traffic—” His eyes lifted. His face drained of color. “Mrs Hale?” The name rang out, loud, shocked, wrong.