Red Sleeve Cuff の小説・ストーリー

Really taken in what he's wearing this time. He's wearing a deep blue, long sleeve button-down shirt with golden stitching. The buttons are very unique. Each button has another button right above it. The first button is the same color of the shirt, the button above it is the same golden color of the stitching. They're six set the buttons before the single button at the neck. I grabbed his wrist then unbutton it and fold it up then push it up toward his elbow. I grab his other wrist then did the same. I reach up and unbutton the single button around his neck then the first set of buttons just below it.

He was fidgeting as he sat, avoiding her eyes in a way that made Clara wonder if he wasn't overreacting considering how she hadn't even mentioned what he did wrong. "Do you remember what I first told you during your orientation?" There wasn't any need beating around the bush by asking if he knew what he had done and whatnot. Her fingers were linked comfortably on the table, laying emphasis on her dress which had been designed to accommodate one exaggerated puffy sleeve made of soft silk, and the other which was almost sleeveless, with a tiny bowtie used to create the illusion of a make-believe sleeve. It exposed her bony collarbones and smooth creamy skin flirtatiously, the red choice of col

Hе wаѕ ѕtunnіng аѕ uѕuаl, drеѕѕеd in a tіght red аnd black checked ѕhіrt, whісh fіt ѕnuglу across hіѕ perfect, hаrd сhеѕt. His sleeves wеrе rolled uр еmрhаѕіѕіng his impressive biceps оut оn show, аnd оf course dіѕрlауіng hіѕ bеаutіful tаttоо ѕlееvе. His black jеаnѕ сlung tо hіѕ lоng, muѕсulаr lеgѕ, and hіѕ оutfіt was соmрlеtеd wіth hіѕ аll too fаmіlіаr Cоnvеrѕе.

Large glass doors stayed open to let in the sound of the ocean. Damien pointed to a tall wooden stool. "Sit." I sat down and watched him. He unbuttoned two more buttons on his dress shirt. Then he unclipped his cuffs. He rolled the sleeves up slowly, tucking the fabric high on his arms. I couldn't look away. The movement showed off his thick, muscled forearms. His skin was covered in a full tattoo sleeve. The dark ink looked bold against his tan skin. I watched the muscles move as he reached for a knife.

"Yes, officer..." When the time comes for me to start getting ready, my fucking nerves are shot. It's my first fucking date in over a decade, and as fucking corny as this shit sounds, I really want it to go fucking perfectly. I don't even know what you're supposed to be doing on a fucking first date anymore. I don't think our fucking date is gonna be anywhere near normal, though, not like a real first date, especially if we're already talking about fucking each other. Good old fucking tinder, though, am I right? As much as I fucking hated Carter and fucking bitched at him for downloading the fucking app onto my phone, and even making me a fucking profile, I have to fucking admit that he did

Neerah I yawned, feeling strangely both refreshed and sleepy still. At least my head has cleared a little. I wasn't aware that I was tired. Cuan pulls me to a standing position and I smile in appreciation. “Try out the dress quickly. We are about to be late” he urged. So I went to the fitting room where I wore the altered dress and lo and behold! I can't imagine a better dress for me. I like that the sleeves, though nude coloured, still covered everything I wanted covered. From my shoulder blades to the area around my clavicles.

In the bathing chamber, Rafael's nightwear had already been laid out. It was blue, made from a comfortable fabric with only subtle cloud patterns, matching the nightwear Carissa was about to change into in both color and style. It wasn't entirely without embroidery, though. The cuffs featured some stitching: one sleeve bore the words "eternal harmony," while the other sleeve had "blessing of a child," symbolizing good wishes. Rafael had bathed and groomed himself the previous night, knowing that this evening might extend late into the night.

His long, slender fingers unbuttoned his cuffs, then rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. It was a casual action, yet it sent a shiver down Truman and the others' spines.

His sleeves rolled up. His tie…missing.