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Martil. Leaning against the counter shirtless. Loose sweatpants hung low on his upper hips. Tattoos ran wild across his arms and torso, crawling up to his neck. I could only see black inks under the dim lights, not the drawing itself. He watched me. He has been there the whole time, watching how I tiptoed, trying not to make a sound — staying there in the shadow like a predator. My breath hitched. I froze like a statue. "What are you doing?" I asked, hating how his stares made my skin tingle.

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

I pinched my forearm and. Ouch!!! It hurts. I blinked several times to clear my vision. Is my eyes betraying me?? He was freaking shirtless infront of me, a towel around his neck, his golden brown hair was wet, tousled back and water was slowly tipping down from his hair to his temple and then to his cheeks and neck. There was a glow, a certain kind of a charm in him today. My eyes travelled down to his body, his sculptured collar bone was magnificent. His chest was hard and few water droplets were present. Then my eyes travelled down to his subtle abs, which were breathtaking. He has that soft milky skin which is everyone's dream skin. He was wearing a sweat pant which was tied around his h

Hunter chuckled while the television screen replayed his pr stunt. “News report: The sizzling hot billionaire was seen on Mahogany Street a while ago. His tire burn out and he fixed it. What surprised the people is that he was shirtless. And yes, as you can see—ohh. Ooh. That body.” The camera focused on Hunter’s body. It glistened with sweat. Amplifying his abs and toning his chest even more. There are lines of grease. Which he puts on intentionally. The camera slowly lifted to his face. And his side profile was breathtaking.

she whispered. "It's what I should do honey. No need to thank me." he chuckled before taking off his loose black t-shirt. After unbuckling his belt, he saw that his mate was goggling at him, even salivating. Subconsciously, she even walked to him and placed her hands on his abs. "Gosh, they are solid. They're real" she praised with wide eyes. "Phoenix, don't wear shirts anymore, okay?" "Er...I'm not comfortable walking around shirtless even though I know the girls can't see what you see mate," he responded. "And can you please turn around?"

I guessed it was due to the water Matteo had forcefully shoved down my throat that didn't make me wake up feeling nauseous this morning, but that didn't mean I didn't feel a headache. It could easily be ignored, but at the same time, it was still there. Matteo stepped into the room, casually dressed, laid-back, yet stylish, and was very much befitting for a walk. He was wearing a light blue linen button-down shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his muscular inked arms. Paired with the shirt, he opted for beige chino shorts that hit just above the knee; on his feet were brown leather sandals to complete his look.

Just like right now, I want to burn this image of him in my mind. He was shirtless, but he still had his pants on and he was putting on an apron. Yes, I really am going to bleed to death if I have to keep seeing him like this. He’s so hot.

I give him one last seductive look, his jaw still hanging open. ‘Turn around, MATE.’ I emphasize the word mate, throwing it back at him. His jaw finally snaps closed before he narrows his eyes and takes off for a tree not far probably going to shift back himself. I manage to get fully dressed before coming out hoping that he is there and lo and behold there he is leaning against the front of the tree I was changing behind. Did I mention he is completely shirtless?!?! ‘Oh, how I could lick those abs.’ Not helping Willow.

Vivian," 'But there's no other way' "Are you listening?!" Kirito shouted. "Yes, when will you be naked?" Vivian said, subconsciously. "What are you thinking about, Vivian?" Kirito asked. "Shit." Vivian shouted as she got up. "I can see that." "No, I'm--" "Get ready, let's go," He got up. "You'll go like that?" Vivian asked. "Why? Is there a problem with these?" Kirito wore a white shirt and a maroon sweater with ripped, black jeans.

They look like trash. "Look at the bed, Selene," he says. His voice is deep like thunder. I look back. The bed sheets have a red spot on them. My heart goes so fast. "I am taking your big white shirt," I say. I pull the shirt tight around my body. It covers my legs down to my knees. "Goodbye!" "Do not leave," he says. But I run fast. I do not look back. LUCIAN POV "Get up here right now, Raze Blackclaw," I talk into my phone. I am mad.