Ed Sheeran Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

His trousers were an abomination. His movements were like that of a hunter marking a room full of prey, deciding which one he wanted to feast on. It turned out that the shirt he had on, underneath his jacket, was sleeveless. Completely. The cut was high and deep, exposing not only his arms, but most of his shoulders and a tease of the sides of his chest. The top was completely covered, like a tank top with a mock turtleneck. It was both masculine and sensual at the same time, something that took great confidence for anyone to wear.

"Not in front of you. Never in front of you." Cassian tilted his head slightly, his eyes flashing with a dark, commanding authority. "Then prove it. Take them off." My hands shook so violently that it took me several agonizing seconds to catch the hem of the oversized silk shirt—his shirt—that I was wearing. I unbottoned the shirt and let it fall onto the marble beside me. My skin instantly pebbled in the cool morning air. Without hesitation, reaching past the faint voice in my head that reminded me of who I used to be, I slid off my underwear, leaving myself completely bare, completely exposed, and utterly vulnerable beneath his piercing eyes.

She swore she didn't sound annoyed, but Sebestian grinned anyway. "Well, since you're so desperate to see me naked— "Who would want to see you naked?" Allen muttered, even though she desperately wanted all his clothes off. She let out a slight sigh of relief when Sebestian obliged and pulled his shirt over his head, kicking his jeans off soon after.

I smiled and placed my small sized hands on his. He seemed startled by my gesture and quickly pulled away. I eventually crashed to the ground and became a breathing mess. He growled . He was probably angry. "I'm sorry" I managed to croak. I don't know why I said it but I just did. He looked at me and I looked at him. I then noticed that he was shirtless. Wrong timing I watched how his muscles flexed without doing doing a single thing. He had tattoos on his upper right arm and his hair was tousled brown

"We are on a tropical island—I thought a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts would suit me." I shake my head at him, covering my twitching lips with my hand. "Please, lose the shirt—blue doesn't fit you, neither do the bright flowers on it." "Lose the shirt, huh?" "Yeah," I look up at him, craning my neck. "Pick something—"I trail off, blinking when I notice the shirt is gone, and... Azrael's ripped torso is on full display, naked to the eye, literally. My heart is pounding. I knew Azrael was good-looking, but my entire body is tense from seeing his muscular body under the sun.

, he smirked much to her amusement. She picked up her phone and left his room to face time Steff, "Yooo babe, how are you, you're still there. Won't you be coming back again, infact where are you?", Steff questioned. "I am.... "Hey, nice meeting you", Rashid cut in, he had removed the singlet he had worn earlier in the room when he was taking to Janelle. Janelle turned her back to see him shirtless, his tanned skin, bulging muscles, six very well muscles abs, he wore his Jean, but it was left open at his thigh level.

The bottle spun and landed on Ronan. “Truth or dare?” Soren asked. “Dare,” Ronan replied without hesitation. Soren smirked. “Take off your shirt and keep it off for the rest of the game.” Ronan didn’t even blink. He pulled his black t-shirt over his head, revealing a toned chest and defined abs. My mouth went dry. I had seen him shirtless before at the beach, but tonight it felt different. “Your turn, Liora,” Ronan said, spinning the bottle. It landed on me.

In my living room. Yeah. That’s happening. And he’s shirtless. Just. Taking it off. As if it’s nothing. Calm. Cool. Casual. No pounding heart, no awkward fumbles, nothing betraying even the tiniest hint of…temptation. His polo disappears in stages. Slowly, deliberately, almost innocuous, until boom abs. A carved, dangerous landscape. A neat trail of dark hair disappears into the waistband of his jeans. Chest hair patterned in a kind of organized chaos around the nipples. A silver chain drapes across him. A ring. A golden band. Everything about him screams…perfect.

“You know exactly who i’m referring to.” I nearly dropped the tray. “How did you…” Theo groaned. “Because that’s the exact expression every staff member gets after their first interaction with Mr. Hawthorne.” “What expression?” “The ‘I think I just had a conversation with a hurricane.’ look” I laughed “It wasn’t that bad.” Theo leaned closer. “Lena.”His voice lowered. “Adrian Hawthorne doesn’t talk to staff.” My stomach tightened slightly. “Really he doesn’t ?, Maybe he was bored.”