Novel & Cerita Steve Harrington Shirtless

“But today, no timer. And I want you to take your shirt off.” My face went hot…first pale, then burning red. “Go to hell, you freak.” “The door’s right there,” he said softly. “Good luck with Hawkins on your own.” I hated him in that moment. Hated how my hands shook as I reached for the hem of my hoodie anyway. I pulled it over my head, my hair falling messy and wild from the static. Underneath was my simple black sports bra. My full C-cups felt heavy, exposed even before I went further. The Nike swoosh on it felt mocking. I was supposed to be the one in control.

The bathroom door creaked open. It was Steve. He stepped in fully clothed. He was wearing jeans, a faded T-shirt, and his hair was still messy from sleep. His eyes were soft and apologetic, but there was a glint there too. Hunger. The same quiet hunger he’d had when we first started dating—simple, sweet, nothing like the feral edge Norman always carried. “Steve, I’m late,” I sighed, turning my face into the spray, trying to sound firm. He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kicked off his shoes, peeled his shirt over his head, and stepped under the water behind me still in his jeans, like he couldn’t wait long enough to undress properly. The denim soaked through instantly, clinging to his

My arms were too full to steady myself. “Whoa, careful there.” Strong hands gripped my bare shoulders to steady me. I looked up and froze. Henry stood there, shirtless, his sculpted chest just inches away. A gothic-style angel tattoo marked his right shoulder, the kind you’d see in an old cemetery. It caught me off guard; he didn’t seem like the type to have ink. He always came across as too serious for that. A faint trail of light-colored hair ran across his chest and down toward his stomach. Well, damn. So that’s what he’d been hiding under those tailored blazers. My eyes traveled up to meet his, and I saw amusement flickering there. He’d noticed me checking him out.

Steven knew it. "Take it off! Take it off!" He began chanting, and soon all the men were chanting with him. This time when I went to step behind him, as I unbuttoned my blouse, He spun his chair around and moved it back to align with the center of the U shape that the couches made. Now there was no hiding from him. I revealed one shoulder while keeping my breast hidden and angled my back towards the guys, then I looked over my other shoulder and slowly pulled the fabric of my blouse down over that one too. I freed both arms and used them to cover my breasts, letting the blouse drop to the floor. When I turned around, I could've sworn I saw drool run down Steven's face. Dave and the other guy

Seeing Steve there was the last thing she expected. She could not help noticing how he seemed at home. When his team scored, he joined the rest of his teammates in one corner and did a celebratory dance. Besides the colour of his skin that was easy to pick up from a distance, Steve seemed to belong there. She could not help herself from looking at him. He was playing topless, exposing his masculine chest which looked shiny because of sweat. He had a simple short which she recognised. Her cousin, Jay must have lent it to him. Steve was hot for a white man, she thought, biting her lower lip.

Harper, wearing only pants, flaunted his bare chest and abs without a care. "Why won't you call me your husband? You're so tough about it. Or are you saving that title for someone else?"

is something a female could never do. His outfit stands out from that of the majority of the other guys; he is wearing a pair of cargo pants and a T-shirt with a long-sleeved shirt layered underneath. I'm not sure why I keep concentrating on his clothing. Steve is even cuter than before, so it's probably because it's simpler than staring at the rest of him.

She nudged Heidi and nodded, gesturing toward Steve and smiling widely. She turned and watched as the young couple started to strip. Steve quickly pulled his shirt off, and all the ladies in the room whistled and catcalled as he did so. He smiled and shook his head at them. Tossing his shirt behind him, he started to remove his shoes and socks, followed by his jeans.

It was Steve, and he was shirtless and dressed only in a hastily pulled-up trouser. They both remained silent and stared at each other for several unbearably painful seconds as though they had both seen an apparition, with the silence becoming deafening with each moment that passed. The silence was finally broken by the sound of Helen’s voice as she approached from inside the house, no doubt wondering what the problem was and why Steve hadn't returned. Ava had been prepared to give the whole scenario the benefit of the doubt, despite Steve's state of undress, but when her gaze landed on Helen, she realized immediately that there was no point in doing that.

I knew I could have him then and there but I wanted to torture him a bit first. I walked over to him. I had on a pair of way too short shorts and a white tee shirt. My skin was still a bit damp when I had gotten dressed and I hadn’t dried my hair. Needless to say, my dark areolas were perfectly visible as I approached Steve. I reassuringly put my hand on his shoulder, “Steve it’s not a big deal. I don’t mind that you saw me playing with myself.” I knelt in front of him “In fact I kinda like it.”