Steve Harrington Shirtless Novels & Stories

But really, this was one night out of many where what I wanted was to do something alone or why have a business you can't run or hire a manager so shit like this doesn't occur? He tsked. “Might have to ask Steve then. You know what he's doing?” I shrugged. “You have his number.” “Who broke your heart anyway?” he cleared his throat. “And that shirt makes you look fucking gay.” I looked down at my red vintage shirt with leaf prints on it and up to face him. Was anything really wrong with the shirt?

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

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

As you glance back at your friends, jumping and laughing in excitement, their voices gradually return, and they pull you in, insisting on grabbing a drink, leaving you with no choice but to stay. But no, that's not my reality at the moment. Izzy, Emma, and I squeeze our way through a sea of sticky, sweaty bodies, searching for a spot with a bit more space than our current cramped surroundings. "Emma! I'm so glad you could make it," a shirtless blonde guy greets us, his smile so bright it could blind us. Is going shirtless a thing here? This is the third guy I've seen without a shirt. "Denny, so good to see you," Emma responded with a forced smile, shaking his hands that were obviously expect

I am so going to beat him this time ,you Maxwell just pray you didn't come in front of me soon otherwise this is going to be your last day. i am in a extra-large grey men's shirt and it won't take a genius to know whose shirt is this! With white shorts ,he changed my pants too ,I am back to taking deep breaths to control myself no wonder I felt so free to move around but what I dread the most is ,I hold my shirt forward to look inside confirming my doubt , I don't have a bra on... That's it I can't take this shit anymore

I didn’t even realize how shaggy his hair was until he pulled his hood off his head. He looks well fucked. It doesn’t help that he’s rolled his sleeves up and those veiny forearms are fully exposed. I swear I could swoon. I’m just hoping he doesn’t pull the sweater over his head. People are going to see the hickies I left on his neck and chest last night. They’re also going to see his yummy, yummy tatted muscles that were all over me just hours ago.

Apple took the box and walked away and I bent down and picked up the pictures. ‘Holy Hera!’ Zinnia exclaimed, almost shoving me into the back of our minds. Her excitement mixed up with mine so while I wanted to turn red with steam coming out of my ears and head, it made me blush with excitement and my mouth water with desire. The first picture was Hendrix at a gym, shirtless, sweaty and fucking hot. He was lifting a barbell with one hand. My goodness. This man is ripped.