Gloves Off Novels & Stories

Six forty-seven in the evening. I have been here since seven this morning. "I have to go home," I said. Dre was still beside me, watching my face with the cautious expression of someone who wanted to disagree. "At least let me drive you…" Drive me? No. "I'm going home." I pulled off my gloves and dropped them in the disposal bin. "Please, log the knocked samples as contaminated and set them aside. Don't touch them, don't discard them. I'll document in the morning."

I ѕау without thіnkіng. Shе stands uр and рullѕ thе раntѕ ѕhе’ѕ wеаrіng dоwn her lеgѕ and соmрlеtеlу off, and rеасhеѕ to tаkе mіnе оff tоо. Thе ѕwеаtеr ѕhе’ѕ wеаrіng соmеѕ off tоо, аnd I zoom іn оn hеr раntіеѕ.

“Don’t eat, smoke, drink or do anything but breathe around them.” “I know, Darius.” Smiling at the memory, I open the box and pull on the gloves. The quicker I can get some information, the quicker we can figure out all this madness.

I asked "yes its part of your uniform so you take it home and make sure to keep it clean, Malik does not play when it comes to employee uniform I personally think he's a little OCD about it but thats just between us" "so how do you feel about everything so far any questions or concerns" Tamara took her gloves off "oh and if you ever leave your post with gloves on make sure to replace them with new ones" I nodded and took mine off "no I think I got it so far"

He complimented me and tried to pry my hands away from my face. I had my hair in a messy bun as usual, while my body was simply clad in a white graphic tee and blue jeans bum shorts, beach vibes giving? "At least give the nails a chance." I told him as I flexed my pretty nails in his face. "They are horrible." Jason commented with feigned disgust.

I mistakenly or not spilled a glass of wine on his gloves. 💫💫 JAKE 💫💫 This girl really will be the end of me. My gloves are all stained and what a good day to not have any spare ones. "I'm so sorry...." She apologized and tried to clean it up but why does it look like she is holding back her laughter. Did she do that intentionally? "I'll help you take ‘em off" She offered. "why?" "they're dirty!" "I'll do it myself!" I took off the gloves and disposed them in the nearest waste bin.

Ezekiel smiled and pursed his lips as He reached out and took Brandon's left wrist in his hand, then he lifted it up between them "What...if I asked you to take off this glove...just one?" In a split second the dull stare was transformed into an annoyed glare as Brandon snatched his hand away from Ezekiels hold and shook his head. "No...The gloves stay on Leopard." "Okay...What...about taking off everything else?" Ezekiel hissed leaning stepping in to his space and letting his eyes drift down Brandon's body then back up. It was anything but covert, but seeing as he was mostly teasing

He was never this caring which was strange. "I can do the job and I will do the job," I assured more of myself. "I hear you," He snickered. My entire body was equipped with the best knives we had at the base. Apart from my all black attire i had a face mask and gloves for finger print protection. The gloves was not the type to ease of the cold in my hands. I pressed my lips together as i looked up. For some reasons I felt nervous. Rodriguez's phone dinged and I stared at it.

"Jaxson, the team is right outside—" "Shut up, Vance," Jaxson growled, his voice a low, gravelly friction that vibrated directly against Liam’s chest. He didn't drop his hands. He ripped his heavy gloves off with his teeth, letting them drop to the floor, and pressed his bare, calloused palms flat against the concrete on either side of Liam’s head, pinning the skater in place.

Moving through the post-game routine, retaping his wrists probably, the efficient unhurried way he moved through things. Tonight. The whole evening. The finished song. I looked at Marcus Fenn's extended hand. I shook it.