Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

Selena's gentle voice interrupted his thoughts just then. She wore an elaborate Luna robe as she slowly walked down the aisle toward him while being escorted by her maid of honor. Carlson instinctively reached out to steady her. The fabric brushed against his palm, and he lowered his gaze, his eyes landing on the buttons on her cuffs. His fingers then froze at once. This wasn't my handiwork. I once told him that the buttons on sleeve cuffs were too troublesome and cumbersome, and I would always make alterations to the sleeves every time I made him something.

The green room was colder than it needed to be. I could feel it in my arms even though I wore long sleeves, and I kept trying not to pull at the cuffs. The sleeves were slightly too long, by design—meant to brush the wrist and cover the part of the hand that always felt exposed in front of cameras. Someone had handed me a bottle of water earlier, the kind with a twist cap and a silent label, and I’d opened it and then forgotten it on the side table. I hadn’t touched it since.

“You don’t get to watch. You get to feel.” I reached into my jacket. The cuffs were in the inner pocket, it was leather, and lined, the ones I’d bought the week she turned nineteen and wore that powder-blue camisole. I caught her left wrist, pulled it above her head, clicked the cuff to the sofa frame. Then the right. She pulled, testing it, and the leather held. Good. “Rafe—” she breathed, using my name for the first time since this started.

Griffin had no choice but to bluff his way through. "Ah, of course. Are you feeling better now?" My smile deepened, and I raised both hands. Norman immediately caught on. He carefully unfastened the diamond cufflinks from my sleeves and slowly rolled my shirt cuffs up to my elbows. Under the lights, the skin of my arms was smooth, the muscle lines lean and flawless.

" What the heck?! Let go! " I grabbed his arms trying to pull them off me but then I noticed that he was wearing the cuff I gave him. Strange.... when did he start wearing it on his right? I wondered as I look at the cuff that was stuck on my right wrist which was slightly above his. Now both our cuffs are black leather. The only difference is that mine is a cheetah with a gold filling and his, is a Dragon with a silver filling. I wonder how that mishap in the lab changed its material and colour?

He wore only a white shirt, perhaps because of the summer heat. His tie was loosened slightly, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone and attractive Adam's apple. His sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows, his hands gripping the steering wheel, making his forearms look even more solid. When he turned the wheel, his arms moved, causing the shirt to stretch across his upper arms. The fabric clung tightly to his muscles, revealing his elegant, powerful contours.

I asked and she replied, “Yes, Raine said that it fits me perfectly” I replied, “So, will it be hard for me to take it off?” I teased and I heard her gasp and almost lose her grip on the phone. She fell silent and I asked, “Answer me, Maddy” “Uh…no, I do not think so” “Great, does it have sleeves?” “Yes, it has net sleeves with some delicate flowers on the shoulder. Though, I am not sure if I should keep them or not.” “Raine said something about the neckline. Describe that”

After speaking, he carried the clothes and went to the security room to find a place to change. Chelsea waited outside for a while, and Russell came out. She looked up and pursed her lips, "Why don't you go back in and change it back?" Russell has always worn size 185, and she also picked size 185. However, this size 185 is slimmer than what Russell usually wears. The originally loose short-sleeved shirt has become tight-fitting on him, and you can even see his muscles through the clothes. They are so full and bulging.

Riccardo I stood in front of the mirror, gripping the collar of my white dress shirt while I adjusted my cufflinks. Each motion felt intentional and precise. My silk tie was perfectly knotted, as usual, and my dark suit hugged my body just right, tailored to perfection. My broad shoulders filled it out well, the sharp black fabric slicing through the air like a predator on the prowl. The suit was flawless, the white shirt underneath crisp, and the black jacket smooth and polished.

Jasmine. There were times I felt like Ruby knew much more than she was letting on. She furrowed her eyebrows, slapping her chest. "That dress just hugs every curve in a way that makes me want to bleach my eyes." She screeched when I came out of the dressing room. The fitted bodice of the red gown I had gotten hugged my curves like a second skin, and the corset intricate boning pushed my breast upwards. But the ruffled sleeves. The ruffled sleeves were like a girl's delight. Delicate and airy, it framed my shoulders like wisps of cloud, their layered texture catching the light with every movement I made.