Steve Harrington Shirtless Novels & Stories

I stepped back and questioned, "W-What exactly are you doing? Why are you undoing your buttons?" He smiled and walked closer to me, removing his shirt and showing his bare body. He threw his shirt around and told me, "Your shirt became see-through because of the water, so wear this and get back to the camp." "How are you going to go to the campsite being shirtless?" "I'll come after everyone has gone to bed." And took a seat on the ground. I put on my boots and began heading to the campsite while clenching Harry's shirt. After a while in the lake,

He was not letting me go which caused my shirt to be wet and see-through. "Jerk, why would you do this!" Pushing him away I tugged my shirt away from my skin. "You wear a black bra under a white shirt? Like, don't ya know what to wear and when." 'Such shameless guy he is, but don't girls like it?' My cheeks were red as I took his coat and wore it while Andrew was okay with his shirt wet causing his half body to be seen. His tattoo on the back of a dragon that was spitting fire was visible, and many other small tattoos were covering his upper right arm.

"Sign the waiver, or we start the seizure of assets now." Henry Harrington Sr. didn’t look like a wolf. He didn't look like an Alpha. He looked like a man who spent his life in fluorescent-lit basements counting things that didn't belong to him. He stood in the middle of our foyer, his cheap suit smelling of stale coffee and industrial-grade air freshener. Behind him, six agents in tactical gear stood as still as statues. They all wore black, heavy-duty "Scent-Dampening" masks.

They gave the same vibes. “Uhm hmm” The sound of clearing throat broke me out of my admiration phase. I turned and spotted Mr. Harrington in all his glory. He looked rather normal dressed in regular home clothings, I’ve only ever seen him at events or on the news. This was a rare sight and I instinctively took a bow and greeted. “Have your seat” he voiced as he took his and I walked over and did same. The fancy little table setting matched with my outfit. All sparkling white.

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

The main group of people dancing make way for him as he flails his arms around and bobs his head while jumping at least two to three feet in the air. North Carolina! C'mon and raise up! Take your shirt off! Twist it above your head (spin it like a helicopter)! The speakers blare. And of course, Sebastian rips his shirt open in the front, slips it off his body, and spins it above his head. Like a helicopter. When the chorus ends and begins with a new verse, he throws his shirt on the ground with so much force his arm is a mere blur and begins dancing shirtless like a mad-man. And when I look behind me, people are recording it.

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

Casey loves seeing her so vibrant and free. They are both dressed casually, wearing jeans. While Casey chose to wear a dark blue long-sleeved henley, Heather decided to show her team spirit by wearing a t-shirt with the Celtics logo emblazoned on her chest. Every time she stands up to cheer, the shirt rides up a bit, exposing her midriff's soft, pale skin. Casey knew Heather was beautiful, but tonight he cannot get over how sexy he found her. During halftime, in an effort to distract himself from his growing attraction, he asks Heather how she became such a die-hard fan.

My eyes widened—Hade, Hank, and Jarred were all standing there. None of them looked like they were headed to a business meeting. Hade wore a plain white V-neck and black shorts, his beanie pushed low. Hank was in all black—shirt, jeans, baseball cap. And Jarred? He was impossible to miss: white sleeveless shirt under a loud Hawaiian-print polo, blue shorts, and a beige bucket hat. His style was… painfully human. I hated it. “I thought you guys were going on a business trip?” I asked, turning back to rinse the dishes and place them in the rack. Footsteps echoed behind me.

Jackson replied with a carefree laugh. Steven stared at his pal's t-shirt. "Oh, you mean this shirt I am holding?" Steven asked. Jackson thought for a second that his friend's question was stupid, then Steven tears his t-shirt open and exposes his six-pack stomach in public. That's when Jackson realized that his buddy's words were full of sarcasm.