Steve Harrington Shirtless Novels & Stories

"Sadly." "I'm home already!" Steve exclaimed. "So, well. Let's start getting ready for tomorrow." It was more fun that Liam could ever imagine. He and Steve picked their clothes for the weekend together, Liam threatening to disconnect the call every time he picked a shirt and Steve picked one in the same color so they could match. Eventually, Liam went with a patterned shirt and a turtle necked shirt in a color he was positive Steve didn't have. Hiding from the camera as much as he could, he packed his jeans in the bag. Steve suggested taking hoodies in case it got cold and grabbed a black hoodie first. Rather coincidentally, the first hoodie Liam set his eyes on in his closet was a black on

Lisa gnashed her teeth. "Other women are dying to catch a glimpse of me and here you are the unfortunate one. Tch!". Brad shook his head. " I will rather lay in a gutter than to see your face." Lisa turned her face. "Let's go." A flash of hurt passed through Brad's eyes but he concealed it quickly and untied her hands. "Fucking Bastard!" Lisa murmered and rubbed her wrists to ease the pain. Brad than stepped out of the car with his usual mischievous smile, his messy and unruly hair can make anyone go crazy for him. He was was wearing ruby red suit with black collared shirt and black loafers.

Is there a specific style you'd want us to incorporate? ‘I want her to look ethereal, like the goddess she is.' I was reading all of his texts in his voice, so my stomach was doing a backflip. I couldn't stop myself from wondering if he was saying those words because he thought I was a stranger. Of course, Stephen Harrington had to keep a profile in public, too. Even with a woman whom he might never meet, he was being the perfect man. ‘What kinds of dresses do you think she looks good in?’ I sent it back, curious as to what he thought again.

All four men are shirtless, and it’s really, really hot. I stretch my hands to pick a chicken wing. It's really tasty. Yum yum. But it's still hot. I fan myself. Sweat is already rolling down from my forehead. This is so embarrassing. Why am I so nervous? They are just four dudes. Okay, FOUR SINFULLY hot dudes! Still, no one's touching you. Put yourself together, Maya. I wiggle the collar of my shirt to get some air on my body. I should get rid of this shirt I'm wearing afterall I have a tiny top underneath. But it's going to look weird undressing in front of them.

The rain will stop soon. I turned my head to Hogan, about to ask him how long it would take us to reach the pack. But when I looked back, I saw him taking his shirt off. My eyes naturally fell on those tanned skin and six-pack abs. It wasn’t my first time seeing his upper body. But with everything I did, my body reacted. ‘Don’t be silly! Hogan needed to wrinkle his shirt because it was wet!’ Talking about my shirt off, I think I need to take my shirt off. It’s dripping wet.

Clipped and non-conforming. I hated that tone. “Ryan, come on. What's happening?” I scooted closer to him. He groaned pulling on his gray sweatshirt over his head, covering his bare chest. No matter how many times I've seen him naked, it always made me feel sad when he covered those great abs. It should be made illegal for him to have clothes on. “Everything's fine Sam, go back to sleep. It's nothing to be worried about. Lordee just wants us all to hang out. You know, since I'll be leaving soon for New York.”

“If he ever escapes his fan club.” “Is this the line for Reagan hugs?” a deep voice said from behind her. She turned and grabbed Steve in a bear hug. He returned her hug enthusiastically. She couldn’t help but notice how great those strong drummer arms felt wrapped around her body. Even though the concert had ended two hours before, he still wasn’t wearing a shirt with his low-cut leather pants. “Are you two having a guitarist meeting over here?” Steve asked. “I noticed Dare has erected his invisible barrier of cool to ward off the ass-kissers. I hope you don’t mind me crashing your private party.” “We’re just talking,” Reagan said.

There was no aesthetic fatigue at all. The first dozen people walked by one after another, and the lights went out after the final person walked by. The room fell into silence again. The next second, the last person came out. The lights suddenly came on again, probably a few degrees brighter than earlier. As the blinding light hit his body, Harvey Sage walked out in a casual outfit. The most eye-catching thing was that his shirt was only buttoned loosely, revealing almost half of his chest as well as the faint eight-pack. He was incredibly dashing and looked much more wild and unruly than the dozen or so people earlier.

Steve found a parking space and pulled into it. After feeding the parking meter, he stripped off his tank top revealing his well defined chest and pulled off his biking shorts and stored his clothes in a knapsack, throwing it over his shoulder. Steve stood clad only in a small brief bathing suit, proudly showing the world his muscular body and massive bulge. He grabbed her hand and they set off walking down the sidewalk two perfect specimens of the sexes. Everywhere they went, people stared, many simply stopped what they were doing and openly ogled either Steve or Beth and sometimes both.

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.”