Novel & Cerita Vegeta Shirtless

I wasn’t exactly prepared for the sudden turn the afternoon would take. But then again, when was I ever prepared for him? Without a word, Cayden yanked off his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso that was honestly, unnecessary I was already quite aware of what I was dealing with. His remaining clothing? A strip of cloth so minimal, it barely qualified as attire.

He wore a sleeveless shirt, flaunting his tattoos, “You thought you could come in here looking for information like some undercover cops?” “We don’t want any trouble.” Vyn stepped in front of me. “Let us go and neither of us has to do what we don’t want to do.” He looked around Vyn to me, licked his lips and smiled. “Who said there’s nothing here I don’t want to do?” Disgust washed over me at his dirty eyes raking my shirtless upper body, which was only covered in a sport's bra, I moved closer to Vyn, crossing my hands around my body.

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

Vincent emerged from the shower, steam still clinging to his toned body like a lover's caress, droplets tracing lazy paths down his chest and abs before he toweled off with efficient strokes. He slipped into a sleeveless crew-neck baggy T-shirt in a muted brown shade, the soft fabric draping loosely over his broad shoulders and revealing the defined bulge of his biceps with every movement. Paired with black knee-length shorts, he looked effortlessly rugged, a man at ease in his skin and the paradise surrounding them. Water from his damp hair darkened spots on the shirt as he ran a hand through it, shaking off the last of the moisture before turning his attention to more practical matters.

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?

I couldn’t help but find him and the whole situation sexy. Ryu was wearing a sleeveless white shirt which left his arm muscles exposed. The more he moved, the more they coiled and flexed beautifully. Like a work of art. The vein lines were visible and his arms have never been so attractive to me before. I could just picture him pinning me down with them and having his way with me. Not to forget the fact that the shirt did nothing to hide his abs. In fact, they were accentuated for I could see all the lines and ridges of his muscular chest. Even the big pecs. And then those strong jean clad thighs… oh lord...

After about twenty minutes, we step out of the bathroom. I slip into the shirt and shorts Festar gave me. The shirt is huge, hanging just above my knees like a dress. The shorts don’t fit at all, so I toss them aside and walk out without them. Festar is by the TV with his back to me. He’s changed too. Shirtless, wearing only loose shorts that hang low on his hips. His body is ridiculous—every muscle defined and stretched tight under his tan skin. He looks like he was built to fight gods. His dark hair is tousled, like someone just dragged their fingers through it.

Even though Vee planned to ignore him, the silence between them didn't do anything to calm her nerves but it was probably for the best that nothing was said between them. Vanessa was about to take her leave when she bumped into a very hard substance. Brian. Her thoughts clouded her brain that she failed to notice he was standing very close to her. Vee swallowed painfully when her eyes met his upper body. He was shirtless. He had only his pyjamas bottom on. She would never understand why he loved being naked and yet he made her feel guilty for walking in on him when he had no clothes on.

We stay there goofing for a while before Helena goes silent. "What?" I asked and looked back, following her eyes to see what had commanded her attention. And I cursed. Of course, he'd pull something like this. It's Nate, shirtless and in shorts. Those kinds that leave nothing to the imagination. Really? He had to do that right now?

Just like right now, I want to burn this image of him in my mind. He was shirtless, but he still had his pants on and he was putting on an apron. Yes, I really am going to bleed to death if I have to keep seeing him like this. He’s so hot.