Paul Bettany Shirtless Novels & Stories

I sigh and I look down. I forgot to change out of my sweatpants!! Good one, Nadia. Could this be anymore embarrassing? No going back now. I bite my lip and knock on the door. A few seconds pass and it opens to reveal Nathaniel, in a black muscle shirt, his full tattoos and muscular upper body mostly on display. God damn.

Shirtless. Let me say that again, shirtless! Daniel Snider was standing in front of me in his six foot glory, wearing nothing but blue sweatpants and a weirdly hot headband on his head as he sliced onions into a pot. What the actual hell? "Done staring?" Daniel's smug voice asked and my cheeks heated up. "Wasn't staring," I scoffed eve though I knew it was obvious I was staring. "Why are you in a public space, half naked?"

"Still. You just watched a bullet get dug out of his arm. Most people can't handle that." "Try watching gory shows as a pass time." He smiles and kisses me, our hands still wrapped in the towel. "Alright, he's good to go. You know the drill with painkillers." "Thank you Janice." Nat says. "Of course, any time." We leave the office and get back to the car. Poor Nathaniel is still shirtless because we have nothing for him to wear. I guess he's all confident that his toned body is on display.