Novel & Cerita Genya Shirtless

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

Josh Batton smiled gently as he followed bodyguards into the mall with Annabeth Cates next to him. While he did so, he raised his hand and kept waving at his fans… Wherever he looked, people were screaming crazily… Their voices were shrill. There were even female fans who felt suffocated because they couldn’t handle how good Josh looked… Josh wore a champagne-colored silk shirt and a pair of light purple pants. He also had a casual, ash-green windbreaker on the outside and a pair of white sneakers.

Chelsea added, voice dripping with mock sweetness, “let it be known—I’m doing this against my better judgment and under extreme protest. This? This humiliation? Was earned.” Tyler muttered something about cruel and unusual punishment. Chelsea gave a dramatic sigh and snapped her fingers. In an instant, the guys were no longer tragically dressed like they lost a game of magical strip poker in the ‘80s. Their usual attire—jeans, combat boots, dark tees, and the occasional leather jacket—returned in a shimmer of golden light. Except. For. The. Fanny packs. “Oh, hell no,” Jax said, tugging at the glittering pink nightmare still attached to his waist.

And there stands Miyamura… Oh. Wow. His existence frustrates me so much that I forget that this guy is actually…hot. Like really really hot. His hair is down. It’s a bit long, it brushes against his shoulders— his bangs rest against his forehead, falling into his eyes. His very pretty lilac-colored eyes. He’s wearing a pale blue sweatshirt and…sweatpants. Grey, loose sweatpants. Is he…? Yes, he is. He’s going commando.

“I don’t use other people’s clothes.” Then I recalled a video YouTube kept suggesting but I’d never watched, simply because the title was just too ludicrous: Every Time Brandon Price Took His Shirt Off While Investigating, or something like that. The thumbnail didn’t offer much detail, but it was plain to see it was a collage with at least six different pictures. Meaning he’d done it more than once or twice. So I decided to try my luck. “Well, it’s warm in here, and bet your fans will love the chance of seeing you without your shirt again.”

Mads and I always wear spaghetti strap shirts when we’re holding him, and Tyson just takes his own shirt off. It was hilarious when we first figured out that he likes skin so much, Tyson walking around the packhouse shirtless. Granted no one said anything to him about it, but I had the hardest time not whisking him away for sexy time. I mean, all his sexy muscles were on full display, how could I resist indulging in all that man? My man, my mate, is the epitome of sexiness and I still can’t get enough of him.

Rex said when he saw me waving and notice that Giza is already here. Giza was wearing a thin sleeveless shirt and fitted jeans, this is what I told him to wear. He looks sexy wearing the sleeveless shirt, his smooth arms were exposed, people were looking at him as he walked towards my direction. He smiled slightly seeing me but I just raised an eyebrow to him and motion him to follow me. I turned around and walked towards the reserved room for us. Giza just quietly followed me.

Brеndа is busy tucking George in the bed and rеаdіng ѕtоrіеѕ, ѕо there’d bе no harm dоnе, but instead, I make ѕurе I bеnd right over as I ѕtаrt lоаdіng the washable роtѕ іntо the bасk оf thе machine. Turnіng, I see thаt hе’ѕ changed іntо a раіr оf low-slung workout pants аnd a t-shirt. Hіѕ аrmѕ аrе cut, thе muѕсlеѕ tоtаllу dеfіnеd. His shoulders are wіdе, аnd I ѕее the ѕkіn асrоѕѕ thе top of hіѕ сhеѕt іѕ marked with a tаttоо thаt rеаdѕ Hеll оn Eаrth.

Isha was leaning in, her gaze fixed on Yael with blatant, unfiltered suspicion. “So,” Isha started. “The rumors are true. You’re actually… involved.” Yael arched a perfectly groomed brow, his expression unreadable. “Disappointed?” Leona shifted forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Honestly? A bit. I expected more pinstripes and slicked-back hair. More godfather energy.” Norio glanced down at his charcoal sweater, his expression deadpan. “This is hand-combed Italian cashmere. It’s a very specific kind of energy.”

Sharanya's POV After running our lunch date, my Mr Jerk is lost somewhere. My appetite was dead. I changed my clothes as he warmed me not to wear any clothes that explore my curves. This is not fair, he banned me for other's mistake. Wearing jeans shorts and a skinny baby pink T-shirt, I jumped in the bed as I'm not in the mood to go out. Yes, of course, the shorts gives a full view of my white creamy legs.