Novel & Cerita Niall Horan Shirtless

We stay there goofing for a while before Helena goes silent. "What?" I asked and looked back, following her eyes to see what had commanded her attention. And I cursed. Of course, he'd pull something like this. It's Nate, shirtless and in shorts. Those kinds that leave nothing to the imagination. Really? He had to do that right now?

He was was wearing ruby red suit with black collared shirt and black loafers. He opened the door for Lisa and she stepped out with a boring expression. She was wearing ruby red knee length gown with black high heels. Lisa flaunt her hair in air. All the eyes in party turned to see the two people and couples outfit. Men gawked at Lisa with Lustful eyes while women drool over Brad. Seeing all the predator eyes, Brad put his hand on Lisa's waist protectively, closing the difference between them.

Gabrielle’s sandals were slightly big, but Leone knew that no one will notice that since Norah’s toes were freshly painted in a passionate shade of red. “You look absolutely stunning, piccola,” Leone told her in the sincerest tone possible. Her hands had grown white where she gripped a small blue clutch. “I’m not sure why I bothered changing my clothes since I know for sure people are going to look through what I’m wearing,” Norah said, fidgeting a little. “They won’t need superhero vision… They already saw me naked.” “It’s a party, Norah… And your business suit was not appropriate. This outfit looks beautiful on you, trust me… And no one will even mention the photos.”

Today is the ceremony, and as I had promised him, I would be there. I watch him fixedly as he strode over. He has no shirt on, putting his toned six pack on display. His muscles are ripped, tempting me to run my hands down those muscular plane. Those khaki shorts he had on hang low. I tighten my thighs and Shawn coughs, I loosen them quickly, my face burning up as I try to stop from looking at my best friend in any other way than friendly. "Went for a run?" Shawn asked him when he's nearing.

As I jot down the time of the party to recollect it, Amber exclaims, "OMG, who is that incredibly attractive guy?" Curious to see who Amber is talking about, I turn to see, and my mouth falls open in disbelief. It is Nate about to walk past us in the corridor. He is no longer wearing his nerd glasses or his head covered with his hoodie. He wears a dark green long-sleeve shirt that shows off his six-pack and the brawny features of his body. He pulls up the sleeves on his long arm—not enough to reveal his tattoo. His fitted black pants reveal the length of his leg, and dark shoes complement his outfit. He's taller than every guy in the school I've known, and his black hair is low-cut.

Aurelia slid into a chair, dishing out a generous portion and digging in, fork scraping porcelain as she shoveled food to distract from the lingering ache between her legs. A shadow fell over her back, large and imposing. Before she could turn, fingers brushed her neck, deftly pulling the hairband free. Her bun unraveled, golden waves cascading down her back and over her shoulders, tickling her skin. She froze, fork midway to her mouth, and twisted to see Ronan standing there, holding the band like a trophy. Shirtless again, fuck, did he ever wear clothes —his tattooed chest on full display, muscles rippling as he breathed. Her eyes widened in question, mouth too full of eggs to speak. What

I took way too much satisfaction in his reaction. “You look fucking incredible.” “Why thank you.” “I’m excited for today. I get to make you wet in a different way than usual.” Orlando threw me over his shoulder and jumped into the pool with me. I found the whole thing to be hilarious. I looked around and for some odd reason Nathaniel caught my eye. He had just taken off his shirt. His pecs and abs were glistening in the sun as he ran over to the pool and did a front flip in. That was kind of cool.

"Harvey, do you even see me as your bro anymore? What's wrong with taking my shirt off? We've already seen everything there is to see, so what's the big deal?" She peeled off another layer and tossed her T-shirt onto the floor. "I'm seriously overheating! If you're hot, you should take something off too. It's not like I haven't seen your body before. "And anyway, I've got more curves than you do—so really, you're the one getting the better end of the deal! But since we go way back, I'll let you look all you want." Niamh plopped down next to Harvey, now wearing only a black lace tank top that showed her bare waist. Her pants sat low on her hips, and the drawstrings from her underwear peeked o

and shows no sign of coming home. Bex finishes her set and squints at me. "You look terrible." "I look amazing. It's a medical fact." "You're wearing a shirt," she says suspiciously. "You never wear a shirt. Did something happen?" I'm wearing a shirt because Noah Hunter's scent is fused into my skin and I scrubbed until the water ran cold and I can still smell him, and a shirt is the closest thing I have to a strategy right now. "New policy," I say. "Professionalism."