Jace Norman Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

he asks, noticing my hesitation. — I… I prefer… to do it alone… I murmur, my face flushing. He gently shakes his head, a reassuring smile on his lips. — I understand… but let me just this once. I want you to relax completely. I’ll take care of you, I promise. I nod timidly, unable to resist his sweetness, the way he knows exactly what I need. He slowly removes his shirt, showing me that he respects my boundaries and that nothing will be rushed.

"Where are you?" It was no other than Jackson who was on the other side of the call. He was munching on an apple as he stared at his friend, Jace, from the other side of the phone. Jace was dressed in all black and was wearing a nose mask. "You don't know where I am? You can't see?" Jace replied, causing Jack to roll out his laughter. "You look like a ninja on a mission." "Well...that's no further from the truth. "

It was a casual, unedited picture taken at some high end tropical resort. Jace was completely shirtless, standing on a deck with a pair of dark sunglasses on. His body was an absolute masterpiece of hard, cut muscle washboard abs, deep v-lines disappearing into his low hanging swim trunks, and massive, thick arms that looked capable of snapping a person in half. His dick print in that swimming trunk was... Gosh.. A sudden, overwhelming wave of pure, unchecked lust hit me like a physical blow. I couldn't control it anymore. The heat in my chest turned into an agonizing, throbbing ache between my legs that demanded to be answered.

I still had one of his shirts on underneath the jumper . "You want to take that off ?" he questioned me . "I don't have a bra on underneath" I mumbled softly while giving him an innocent look . He just gave me a confused face. "I know" he shrugged . "I have seen your boobs already" he couldn't help but smirk at his sentence . I rolled my eyes before taking off my shirt . Ace took his jersey and put it over my head , letting it hang from my shoulders after I put my arms through the massive sleeves that were cut short . It was so big on me yet it fit Ace perfectly . Ace turned on a movie and grabbed his journal from his bedroom. He never leaves that thing alone , it's like his most prized poss

Zara snickered. Nora’s eyes lit up at Zara's thought. She looked at Jace. She couldn't hide that she wanted him and it reflected in her eyes. She bit her lip and carefully pulled her shirt down off her shoulder. She watched his expression grow darker as lust and want flashed across his face. She moved closer to the bed as if ready to pounce. His hand gripped around the bed post as he stared at her. Nora pulled her arm slowly out of her shirt and up over her head. Her hair fell flawless down around her as she stood there in her bra. A coy smile on her lips as she chucked her shirt towards him. The shirt hit his chest and bounced back onto the bed.

“Thank you very much.” I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway. They didn’t know how badly I needed normalcy after last night. But still, my gaze drifted. Across the street, near a wall splashed with graffiti and vines, stood Jace. Black shirt. Dark sunglasses. Hands in pockets. He looked like he’d walked out of a Vogue magazine. He pretended to be relaxed, but I knew that posture too well. The faint tension in his shoulders, the way his head tilted slightly every time someone walked too close to me.

Lip gloss. Nothing special. Just normal summer work-in-the-yard clothes. Jace was already out there, shirtless again, sweat running in lines down the grooves of his abs, tattoos dark and vivid against his tanned skin. He was prying the last rotted post out of the ground with a crowbar, muscles bulging, veins standing out on his forearms. The sun caught the sweat on his back and made it shine. I cleared my throat. He looked up. Those hazel eyes hit me like a slap.

They would never believe it. A knock came on the door and he knew it was Jade. She walked in holding some clothes, ignoring the glare Shawn was giving her for walking into the male restroom. She placed the clothes on his hands and told him to dress up so he could follow her in to pick his shoes. Then she walked out. Shawn sighed before looking away from the door and then at the clothes. She didn't know his measurements so she had bought him a basketball jersey. He wore it with a smug smile. It had the number seven on it, meaning that she still remembered that he plays basketball.

Jae asked, annoyed. “Im naked.” She said looking around. ``You're shirtless, not naked.” Jace said, rolling her eyes. “Yeah well. Do you have a shower here?” Nora said, turning herself away from him. “How are you feeling? Do you think you can stand to shower?” Jace asked, concerned. “Yeah I can't sit here in my bra covered in blood anymore.” Nora shrugged. “Ok..” Jace said, sitting up looking at her carefully.

Eli The first time Hazel looks at Jace today, it could be accidental. The second time is suspicious. By the third, it’s clearly a habit she can’t shake. Jace is in his usual uniform. Navy button-up shirt, jeans, knives strapped to his hips, quiet exasperation carved into his face like a threat. He corrects Sorrel’s guard with two fingers and the elegance of a guillotine. Hazel’s gaze, traitor that it is, lingers half a heartbeat too long on the way his shoulder rolls under fabric.