Levi Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

He paused his lips then shook his head. “No" He muttered and I nodded slowly. So not only did he have another woman but I had to look out for his first love as well. “Oh" Was all I said and some minutes later, my eyes widened as Levi suddenly began taking off his clothes. “What… what are you doing?" I stuttered and tried looking away but my eyes were glued on his toned abs. He let out a chuckle before flashing me a seductively look. “I'm going skinny dipping. Come in with me but you have to take off all your clothes" I pursed my lips.

Even growing up in a werewolf community hadn’t lessened my discomfort with being nude in front of others. Clothes magically appear over my body, covering my exposed breasts and ass with shorts and a t-shirt. My eyes meet Levi’s naked back in gratitude as possessiveness rushes through me. How dare Levi be naked in front of these strange women who can clearly see even without having eyes in their sockets. In the blink of an eye his body becomes covered from his neck down to his ankles with a turtleneck sweater and a pair of sweatpants. Levi must have sensed my rising anger and remembered to cover himself as well.

Right about time. Levi was fully dressed in a three-piece black layer suit, a different brand of shoe which I am sure is very expensive. He stared at me, his eyes scanning my clothes. His gaze lingered longer on my exposed skin, then he hurriedly moved his gaze, as if he regretted That he stared. I grinned. “And good morning to you too sir.” He didn't return the smile, he just walked straight to the counter, placing his phone on it as he sipped his coffee.

"Off. Both of you." They stripped without rushing. Nate methodical, folding his shirt on the chair because he was Nate. Levi pulling his shirt over his head in one motion and dropping it wherever it landed because he was Levi. And then they were bare and I let myself look, because they were mine and looking at them was one of the great privileges of my life.

It turned into an awkward half-hug. Pulling back, my eyes immediately found Levi, and everything else faded away for a moment. God, he was sexy even without the usual sharp tailored fabrics that fit him like they were made for him—which they most likely were. My man wore a plain white T-shirt that had clearly seen better days, now adorned with streaks and splashes of paint that told the tale of his inexperience. The fabric clung to him, just enough to highlight the strength beneath it, and the sleeves slid slightly around his arms as he moved.

She lit one, inhaled, let the smoke curl upward into the heavy dusk. Across the gap, Levi’s balcony door slid open. Shirtless again, sweat still gleaming on his chest and stomach from whatever workout he’d just finished. Black basketball shorts hung low on narrow hips, the waistband of dark boxer briefs visible above them. A fresh tattoo wrapped his left forearm—something sharp and geometric, still red at the edges. He leaned on his railing, forearms braced, and met her eyes without flinching. “Evening,” he said. Voice rough from disuse or smoke or both.

The white sand sinks beneath my feet. It is warm to the touch and fills my body with a pleasant warmth. "Are you enjoying the view?" Levi asks as he approaches. His torso is naked. He wears only his swimsuit and sunglasses, so his chest and arms are bare. The tattoos are exposed and are drawn with new tints in the sun, making him look completely desirable; his thick hair is blowing in the sea breeze, which is sure to leave a salty taste on his lips.

Levi said. He stands to his feet and I follow after him. He pulls out a drawer in his wardrobe. It’s filled with shorts, shirts, and dresses. He says he isn’t a player, but has a drawer with clothes meant for the opposite sex. I shook my head as I went through it. I pulled out shorts, a sports bra, and a v-neck t-shirt. I stared at him and waited for him to turn around. When he did, he remained silent while I dressed. When I was done he turned around and smiled at me.

He had all day to need my help, and he only decides this is the right time. Shortly, I pull up at his place, marching to the front door. There is a guard there to lead me to him, and I follow silently, practicing how I will roll my eyes at him with an attitude. The man leads me to the back of the house, where there is heavy music in the background with loud grunts in the air. I stop dead in my tracks, watching Levi shirtless with his body glistening with sweat under the setting sun. He’s doing curls by his poolside, flexing his muscles like he is in some commercial.

"We looked through your memories while you were asleep. You are not here to kill us. Our brother acted hastily." I stood and she blocked my path with her vampire speed causing me to stumble back. "We won't hurt you May." She put her hands in front of her in an attempt to calm me. I sidestepped her and I moved quickly to the door. Levi stood in front of it with his arms folded as he scowled at me. This time he was dressed differently. In a black t-shirt and pants. He had tattoos running up his arms and neck. How different he looked from that evil creature that forced blood down my throat and tried to kill me in the bathroom. "Get out of way." I glowered at him. It didn't matter what face thes