Novel & Cerita Jeremy Diamond Shirtless

Jeremy lifts his head when he hears me get out and looks away. I have only the towel wrapped around my waist and I notice he'd been checking me out. It makes me want to be even more worthy of looking at, not that I've ever accepted myself as someone looking special. I guess it's just what hockey does to your body that people like, that’s all. "I brought you a clean T-shirt, and…" He points at the change of clothes on the bed "They should fit." "Thank you." "You're welcome." Jeremy fumbles with his shirt, now focusing on something on his right sleeve and I close the distance between us. I feel like something is going on in his head. There always is, but it seems to be something bigger this t

She wasn’t trying to train—she was trying to forget. Cherry. The photos. Selene’s expression. Damien’s silence. Every jab was a scream she couldn’t say out loud. “Wow. Remind me not to mess with you.” She turned, jaw clenched. Jeremy. Black joggers, tight black tank, sweat-damp hair, and that lazy grin that had no business looking that good this early. She scowled. “What are you doing here?” He raised a brow. “I work out here, remember.”

"You weren't kidding. This really does smell awful. Although, to be fair, I think it's the dead fish and not the penguins. Look at them in their little tuxedos." "Those are their feathers, you know. They aren't wearing tuxedos," Jeremey laughs again. The brighter his spirit becomes, the more I enjoy his company. Then, finally, he takes his hoodie off. A layer of his true self reveals itself to me. Jeremy is like a plant that needs watering to bloom into something extraordinary. Has anyone ever believed in him before? I doubt it. He rolls up his sleeves, and I see all the scars-the old and new ones. The ugly truth reveals itself to me that somewhere within him, Jeremy Davis wants to die. The

Amara watched as Damon smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt. She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on his well-muscled body, unable to stop herself from staring. After discarding his shirt, he slipped off his shoes, meeting her eyes for a brief moment before flashing a wide smile and walking away. As Alpha Damon stood there, shirtless and confident, a hush fell over the crowd. The Protectors, having completed their display, turned their attention toward him, ready to face the ultimate challenge and claim the prize.

there were shirtless boys walking around everywhere. "Time to lose girls" Dylan's voice dripped from behind as he wrapped his arms around our shoulders. If he's playing nice I don't mind at all being nice to him. Vess took her clothes off only remaining in her bathing suit. She is in light pink, looking like a model while Dylan removed his T-shirt. His body was also that built but Nothing is in front of Cole's. Shutup. I hissed. Damn! My inner voice.

The morning mist clung low to the ground, cool against my skin as I stepped outside. And then— I stopped. Damien was already there. Shirtless. Breathing slow and controlled, muscles moving fluidly beneath skin kissed by dawnlight. His hair was tied back loosely, a few strands falling against his neck, damp with sweat. He was stretching, rolling his shoulders like a predator preparing for a hunt. I felt it. That sharp, unwanted heat. Moon help me. I cleared my throat loudly. “Is a shirt illegal where you come from?” He turned.

Jeremy stole glances at the clock and twitched his eyebrow. Traces of nausea clouded his senses and he exhaled with jittery nerves. The dress shirt Jeremy bought for the Ball did not clung to his lean torso at all. The shirt surprisingly was loose on his body and seemed like another baggy shirt of his―but Jeremy didn't mind. Tight clothes only make him feel strangled. "You look like a fish dying to go back to water." Sasha teased a perfectly ready Jeremy, marching to and fro in their little drawing corridor.

“Why aren't you listening?!” “He's too busy looking at the chest, I mean the charming people entering the hall.” Johnny chuckled and gained a death glare from Damian. “That's working!” Tom clapped his hands. “If only you saw how Damian was looking at you. He was melting!” Avery blushed and stared at the DJ. “He doesn't look bad either,” Damian was wearing a white shirt along with a simple black blazer. His hair was styled with a black and white bandana, making him look classy and hot at the same time.

Jemima assumed on her own. "What do you mean?" Julian asked, not understanding the girl's words. "Well, I mean... sorry beforehand, after you changed into slightly brighter clothes like that, you don't look like a homeless person anymore," Jemima explained. Julian nodded as he looked at his outfit: a navy jacket with cream-coloured fur, a light grey t-shirt, and denim jeans. Only his shoes were not changed: Air Jordan Silver shoes. "Oh, I just didn't buy the shoes. They look nice, although it seems fake," Jemima yelled out as she saw Julian taking off his shoes.

He turned and saw the most beautiful man on earth. Jeremy was coming down like a model showcasing the new range of fashion. He was wearing an ash grey suit with Maroon shirt and a bowtie. And was looking like straight out of the magazine shoot. He was staring at him when he felt someone patting his shoulder. He turned to see his Dad smiling at him.