Enrique Iglesias Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

Narsha had only heard about him from Enrique's snippets of stories and the gossip of the servants here. He was a man with short blond hair and a tall, lean body, yet packed with muscles. He likes to wear tight T-shirts, probably to show off his beautiful muscles and the tattoos on his arms. The man in front of her matched the descriptions she had heard on several occasions by accident. Add to that his arrogant and intimidating aura, Narsha was sure she recognised the right person. Who else could come to the third floor of this house with such a casual attitude?

The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes drawn to him as he stepped inside. Liam was dressed in a fitted navy blue t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame, accentuating his broad shoulders and well-defined arms. The sleeves of the shirt were slightly rolled up, showcasing his toned biceps, which seemed to ripple with every movement. He paired the shirt with dark jeans that fit him perfectly, neither too tight nor too loose, allowing for ease of movement while still looking effortlessly stylish.

“Are you inked?” Inked. Oh! “Yes, Your Honor.” He replied, and she nodded, her eyes going through the documents in front of her. Then she looked back at him. He was dressed in a long-sleeved butterfly print shirt that Isabella had picked out for him with a pair of white pants. “May I know what it is about?” She proceeded and he dragged in a breath before getting up. And in a second, his fingers were popping his buttons off and he slid the shirt to stop at his elbow. His back turned to the crowd then to her.

My heart nearly lurched clean out of my chest. Javier was already there. He stood in the dark mouth of the kitchen doorway, perfectly still, watching me with an intensity that offered nothing away. And—far worse—he was shirtless. He wore only a pair of thin cotton sleep trousers, leaving his broad chest fully exposed: the wide, sculpted plane of it, the firm ridges of his abdomen, the clean lines of a body honed by discipline and kept in ruthless condition.

Her breath caught. He looked different without his cap—messy dark hair, a sharp jaw still speckled with stubble, a single chain glinting beneath the collar of his crisp white shirt. He wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore. Just the open shirt, rolled sleeves, and dark slacks that clung to lean, dangerous hips. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, voice low and deep, like velvet mixed with gravel. Elena backed away a step. “What… what are you doing here?”

"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.

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

I crooned, pressing my palms flat onto his bare chest—it was only then I noted that he was shirtless. My eyes traced the valley between his pectoral muscles, moving down to the hills and ripples of his carved and chiseled abdominal muscles, right up until the V lines which led further down south with a dark sprinkling of hair. I swallowed but my throat had run dry so it felt like ingesting grains of sand. And, when I looked more closely, I realized Jericho only had on a pair of Iron Man boxers. A jovial smile crept onto my face even though my skin flushed from his utter lack of clothing, "Aren't you too old for these?"

As soon as he caught sight of me, he straightened up, his eyes lighting up with adoration. Clad in black slacks that hugged his frame perfectly, Izan wore a cream-white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a glimpse of a black sweater underneath. His hair, tousled in the gentle breeze, framed his face in an effortlessly charming way. He was the epitome of effortless elegance, and my heart fluttered at the sight of him. He was pure perfection.

OMISSION OF FEAR #Songs #Adele #Remedy #JamesBay #NeedTheSunToBreak Iris and Javier sat across each other. She was sitting with her legs crossed in the middle of the bed wearing Javier's white crew neck t-shirt and black PJ shorts . Javier was leaning on the head board topless with his grey yoga pants on smiling. " You know my white V neck looks better on you than it does on me. " "Crew neck babe its round at the collar. Although I wouldn't be able tell the difference too ;cause the shirt is wearing me ."