Will Poulter Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

"I hope you still let it count! After all, I tried so hard with my outfit! " Aurelia had to seriously agree with him. He was undoubtedly dazzling in the dark denim jeans and black shirt, the two top buttons of which he had left open. The sleeves were casually rolled up to the elbows. She had to tear herself away from the sight of the attachment of his perfect chest muscles, which had already begun to grab her full attention. But she wanted to remain vigilant, after all, they weren't just here for pleasure.

After a while the door opened revealing a shirtless Dubem. This guy. He was always shirtless. Always. Except we were to leave the house for a serious issue. Like this dude has gone out to buy pizza shirtless before, good thing he took a car. I won't lie, he had a great body. Neat and heavily built, but why rub it on our faces. I made a bet with myself that the day he wears a shirt for 24 hours straight, I'll walk around the house with only pant. It's never going to happen so don't anticipate. lol . We walked in, one after the other, even if the door was big enough to pass in threes.

he asked, his hazel eyes filled with curiosity as he stared at my clothes on top of the toilet seat, then at me. My eyes almost fell. His mood swings are just... "Aren't you going to get out yet?" "Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of, doll." He shrugged and crossed his arm over his chest, making his muscles to bulge out, his eyes waiting patiently for my next move. "Then why don't you walk around naked?" I huffed, raising my brow at him. He hummed in response and immediately took off his shirt, throwing it on the ground. His shirtless, tattooed chest raw to my wide eyes then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down with no hint of hesitation.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his playful antics as I took charge of the kitchen. As Alex removed his shirt, I couldn't help but notice his well-toned physique. Despite my efforts to look away, I found myself admiring his attractiveness. I couldn't help but wonder why the men in this family always seemed to be so breathtakingly handsome. Maintaining my calm, I inquired, "Why aren't you wearing your shirt?" He responded with a cunning grin, "What's the point? I don't want to soil it while cooking, and I think I look quite appealing without it. Unless, of course, it's too much of a distraction for you to focus on preparing food. After all, the meal must be flawless." His audacity caught me of

How fun would it be to watch the men run about, half of them bare from the waist up, with her best friends? “We’ll be skins then,” Cassius offered, already pulling off his jerkin and tunic. “That hardly seems fair,” Landon retaliated. “You did pick first,” Cassius replied, but Kit was too busy staring at his naked chest to pay much attention to what he had to say. His biceps rippled as he tossed his tunic aside, and Kit did her best to keep from licking her lips. Looking around, she took in the other shirtless Representatives, and while they were all shapes and sizes, a few stood out to her. She made mental notes regarding which ones she’d want to see again sooner rather than later and which

Her fine bootied friend pointed two fingers directly at the impressive chest shouting her schooner line once again. “I love the look of those,” a manly voice suddenly intoned from their side. Both girls spun simultaneously to take a peek at the fellow. He was tall, handsome, wearing sunglasses, and perhaps more importantly, shirtless. Showing off a well toned hard body. Broad shoulders and a strict posture, soldierly by the look of it. One he’d obviously spent a long time cultivating. A life deprived of candy and donuts, no doubt. But those abs may well have been worth it in this moment, or so the girls thought. “Oh, do you?” Paige batted her eyes.

As quick as it had started, he pulled away, ending anything before it got started. I turned at the rustling of fabric behind me. He stood before me, a shirtless god, all hard muscles and tattoos. His charcoal gray, slim fit tailored dress pants hugging his body perfectly. He gave a smirk as he turned and thumbed through his shirts, searching for the perfect match for his mood. He pulled a dark burgundy shirt off of a hanger and slid it over his body. I stood transfixed as he rolled the sleeves up his forearms, leaving his tattooed forearms bare. He made no move to hide his burning gaze as he left the top three buttons undone showing the delicious skin of his collarbone and a tattoo of a Celt

“Yeah, I have an extra pair of pants. I don’t have a shirt, though. Pollux, do you have a shirt? Did you bring anything with you?” “What the fuck do I own, Paola?” he retorts in annoyance before he removes his leather jacket. He peels his black shirt off his body, and tosses it at her. He has tattoos covering his arms and chest, and his stomach is a wall of sculpted muscle that’s perfectly defined. He puts the jacket on, and Paola hands me the shirt along with the pants. The jeans fit, but the shirt is a little too big and smells of Pollux, though not in an inherently bad way. He has a strong, musky scent that’s quite appealing. I find myself sniffing his shirt more than once, and it embarra

I've only seen the man dressed, and that was lethal on its own, but he stands before me barefoot dressed in black pants and an unbuttoned crisp white shirt. His shirt is unbuttoned. I can officially die and go to heaven now. When Alessandro Moretti is dressed, he looks professional and well put together, and probably the fantasy of women all over the city. Undressed, his torso displays a myriad of tattoos that my fingers itch to map and find out if they tell a story. It's a damn shame when he starts buttoning his shirt. "Since you ruined dinner, we might as well order in." The audacity of this man! "I ruined dinner! You are the one that uprooted my life and whispered sweet nothings like I k