Steve Harrington Shirtless Novels & Stories

Tit for tat was a fair game , so I wasn't committing an offence anyway,she also stared at mine last night so. "There you go,sir" she said distancing herself away from me. My arms hurt,I needed a shower real bad but also a shirt , what would people think if they saw me coming shirtless from my secretary's room? "Millers,I need a shirt," I said not even sparing her a glance. " Um...I think I have one but it's too small," she said rummaging through her bag, when she finally removed a black shirt with the inscription,'I've got ass'

Season 2 Starts: Victor was in his study, his hands trembling as he drank another glass of alcohol. Olivia’s absence was like a huge wound, and no amount of alcohol could numb the pain. He was about to pour himself another drink when his phone buzzed on the table. He ignored it at first, but the nonstop ringing forced him to pick it up. “Hello?” he snapped; his voice rough. “Mr. Harrington,” a voice on the other end said urgently. “There’s been an accident. Olivia... she’s in the hospital.”

“So you’re basically a sports prince.” He gave a tiny laugh. “That’s not how it works. I just got lucky with opportunities. And tournaments pay well when you’re not crashing out early.” I opened my mouth to respond, then immediately forgot what I was going to say because he tugged his hockey jersey off. And suddenly August was standing there shirtless, muscles lean and defined, his v-line dipping into the waistband of his pants in a way that felt like a personal attack. I stared before my brain caught up, and he caught me staring.

Why is he shirtless? >Shirtless Salvy He turned his head and smiled at me. “Sorry my angioletto, I did not have a shirt on my gym bag.” My heart and my ovary jumped. I have this strong urge to run my fingers to his chest and abs again. “D-did I say that out loud?” I cover my mouth with my hands. He nods and chuckles, he gets back to cooking and I shamelessly stare at his body. His back has several scars and some of it looked like they came from deep wounds. Is his life always in danger? He looks strong but what if someone tried to kill him again like last time.

Is it often passerbys would come in lacking foot coverage? “No shirt. No service.” She nodded at the back wall where there was a handful of shirts hanging on a rusted old Z rack. He found one men’s large it was the only one that wasn’t pink. The shirt was black and had the shape of North Carolina on it and it read Come on and Raise up. Well then. This is it I guess. He turned to the clerk grinned and put the shirt on. It was a tad snug on his biceps and he felt ridiculous. He looked in the reflection of the drink cooler and he looked like something from a wrestling poster.