Niall Horan Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

Chapter 418 Naomi curled her lips in disdain. She took a step back the next second and pulled her shirt right off! "You!" Lora's eyes widened in shock. Naomi was still wearing a sleeveless T-shirt. In doing so, she completely dispelled the other’s suspicions. Which girl would take off her shirt in front of so many guys? Naomi deliberately raised her arms, showed off her muscles, and smiled wickedly. "I work out a lot, so I have big pecs."

My heart leaped into my throat and I forced my eyes to stay on the screen of my phone even though every instinct screamed at me to look up. When I finally allowed myself to glance his way, I almost forgot how to breathe. Ronan was standing in the doorway, his dark hair still damp droplets clinging to the tips before falling onto his broad muscular shoulders. He wore a simple white linen shirt that was unbuttoned to reveal a sliver of his toned chest and the hard ridges of his abs. His shorts were navy blue, hitting just above his knee and his feet were bar with his skin sun-kissed and fucking golden.

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

Laughter of his friends filled the night. Suddenly, a voice came behind me. “You’re not planning to stay dry all the night, are you?” I turned around to see Nolan stood in front of me. He was completely shirtless now. Some drops of water were sliding down his abs. My eyes ran over his body in awe before I could stop myself. He looked too hot to even look away. His wet body, his brown eyes, his damp hair. All looked damn hot. “I didn’t bring a swimsuit, so..” I said, trying not to sound breathless.

Noah warned them. One thing led to the other. Now, Selena is in the court, hoodies off, revealing a sleeveless, body con t-shirt which was enough for her to win Zaden and Orion. The little cleavage showing through could send the 2 wolves clambering up an electric pole.

Every bit the whore her uncle had grated while he'd Footsteps padded behind her and she glanced over her shoulder, bitch-slapping the past away. In a pair of jeans slung low on his hips, barefoot, and shirtless, Nakos stood on the other side of the counter, his contemplative black eyes on her. Olive skin and six pack abs and corded muscle. God, even his feet were sexy. Heaven help her, he'd left his hair down, too. She moaned. "Not playing fair, walking around shirtless." He huffed a rough laugh and rubbed his chest, eyes skimming down the length of her and back.

Arhaan grinned widely, he enjoyed teasing her. Arhaan was busy on his phone when he saw the door of the dressing room opening. Arhaan felt his heart stopping. Hoor was standing in the doorway, only in his shirt. Arhaan didn't expect to see her in his shirt ONLY. Hoor was nervous. Her heart was beating fast. The shirt barely reached her mid-thigh. She was feeling shy, but controlled herself from hiding by repeating in her head "I am Arhaan's. It's okay. I am Arhaan's..."

"Take your shirt off! Please!" Is he gonna, do it? "Fier, Leon! Take your shirt off ." Said Wright. "That's my speciality!" Without hesitation, Fier takes off his white t-shirt. The waistband of its pants is too low so its V-line is more prominent. Leon did the same. Even though he's a serious type, when it comes to the stage, he doesn't hesitate just for his fans. A moment of silence, please. Let’s appreciate that magnificent V-Line. "Absgoncillo! Absgoncillo! Absgoncillo!" What is it about Wright's abs that you can't even see?

Crystal was about half a block away from him, and she was waving his shirt in the air so that, instead of a shirt, it looked like a victory flag - not only had she escaped his clutches, but now she was mocking him! The cold wind blew hard, it hit Nathan’s bare chest, and he flinched away from it. He had never been outside without a shirt before. However, from his education, he knew what would happen if he did not rectify the situation quickly. Furthermore, if one of his peers were to see him, he would be deeply embarrassed.

To keep each other at arm’s length? Fuck that. I’m tired of holding myself back. I’m getting what I want: and that’s Lochlann Gallagher. As seductively as I could, I unzipped my hoodie and tossed it to the ground. Walking toward Lochlann, I then stripped out of my camisole, now wearing nothing but a bra and sweatpants. Lochlann’s eyes darkened. “What the bloody hell are you doing?” “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m seducing you.”