Tom Holland Shirtless Novels & Stories

And a very shirtless Aiden. Guess we weren’t the only ones with pent-up hormones.

Just in case you were wondering, White Calvin's. His T-shirt is boxy and long-sleeved; it's not quite cropped, but it's shorter than anything I would ever think to wear in public. It barely touches his underwear's waistline. It’s bone-white and textured like it’s made of hemp or something organic. He has put a few necklaces around his neck that appear to have been purchased while on vacation in Bali. The neckline is cut in a low V that extends all the way to his sternum. He seemed to be happy with his appearance, as seen by his smile. I'd like to return home. I ought not to have arrived. I was aware that I didn't want to be here.

He chuckles, making anger boil in me. “Excuse me, I have seen a lot of men shirtless. My brother when he was born, the beggar down the street who runs anti-shirt rallies, the guy in my college who dressed up as Tarzan for Halloween….” As I go through my list, I realize I might be actually helping him prove his point, “My point is that I have seen men shirtless.” “Okay.” He quips sarcastically, making me lose my mind. I hate this man.

She tries to swallow, but she can’t—her mouth has suddenly gone dry. Oh, Addison knew this was going to be bad, but she didn’t know just how bad. Javan is shirtless, unfortunately, and he’s wearing a pair of navy blue swim trunks. They’re fitted and they only come down to about mid-thigh. He has both arms raised, pulling the top of his hair into a half-ponytail, his biceps and shoulders flexing. His entire right arm is covered in tattoos, the artwork dense and dark and swirling all the way up to his shoulder.

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.

“As naked as the day he was born.” Talen spotted Aislen and his face lit with a grin. He clasped Rhett’s shoulder with one hand, and Heath’s with the other, steering both mates over to Aislen whilst Cameron stripped off his shirt so Jules could tie it around his waist. From the sports shop, Judith hurried out with an armful of clothes, heading towards the naked men. Aislen smothered her laughter. “What are you laughing at?” Rhett asked her, smiling automatically in return. All her mates were relieved to be back at Havermouth. Back Home echoed in all their thoughts.

Shirtless. Glass of whiskey in one hand. Sweatpants slung low on his hips. Chest broad. Abs sharp as fuck. Tattoos licking up one arm and disappearing across his collarbone. He turned slowly. Looked over his shoulder at the sound of her voice. And the moment I saw his face..his mouth, his jaw, his fucking eyes.. I couldn’t fucking handle it. Fuck. Fuuuck. “How do we look?” Tasha asked sweetly, dragging me forward like I was a doll on display.

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.

Josh didn't look too happy, he was pacing back and forth with one hand behind his head. Marlon was sitting with his head down, his usual flat expression like he didn't care, and his shirt. Hazel was taken aback when she saw he was wearing the white T-shirt Lee had bought for her from Korea. He hadn't come home since yesterday. Mr. Edgerton saw them looking in through the window and he gestured his hand for them to move along. The first bell rang. Marlon turned and they exchanged a look. He was in deep trouble and there was nothing she could do to help him.

Alexander Hamilton. He wore a casual white t-shirt with a black ripped jeans. The white t-shirt perfectly skinned to his body. His shoulder muscles are bulging under the white tshirt. His biceps seeming very tight under his t-shirt. It suits perfectly well to him and making him even more dangerously handsome. He is looking more younger in this attire than the office suits. I mentally scolded myself, why the heck he has to be in this place. And why is he staring at me like I'm a terrorist.