She Wear Her Heart On Her Sleeve Novels & Stories

What makes her so special that she could steal his heart without even trying? Read and Enjoy hed the floor button. Is the spill that obvious on my clothes?

Perfect. Her dress is simple and elegant. White with delicate lace sleeves that catch the fading sunlight. Her hair is down in soft waves, with small flowers woven through. She's not wearing much makeup. She doesn't need it because her skin glows in the evening light. She's glowing. Literally glowing with happiness as her hazel eyes shine. Our eyes meet and she smiles. That smile that's only for me. The one that says I love you without words, my chest loosens.

“Baby, one touch and you will melt like butter. So, don’t provoke me.” “Hmmm.” She left the security of his arms and circled the terrace, keeping a safe distance from him. She rolled down one of her sleeves and then another one came off. A little push and the dress pooled at her feet. It was a one of a kind dress and it was lying at her feet right now.

She felt like she was on display but she silently admitted she wanted that, she wanted to tease Daniel, to work him up so he couldn't resist her. The golden appliques glimmered softly in the light, sitting proudly on her shoulders, around her waist and the cuffs of her sleeves. It meant she didn't have to wear any jewelry except a pair of simple gold earrings. The satin folds of the skirt billowed and flowed around her legs before wrapping snugly around her hips and torso. She felt beautiful. That wasn’t to say she had never felt beautiful but this felt different, she felt like a different person.

Said my secretary Lia. "Thank you." I nodded and went to my room. Starting my work for today. I was sitting behind my desk staring at the bruise on my arm. I am getting tired of hiding them٫ of wearing long sleeves.Wearing a backless, sleeveless dress is becoming a dream for me. flashback "Dad please don't do this to me. Please I am sorry." Cried the little girl. Desperate for not getting hurt, desperate for comfort, for the love she never got but deserved.

Since when do I wear my heart on my sleeve? ** It’s Friday, nine p.m. to be exact, two hours after our set meeting time, and I’m still getting dressed. Why? because Christopher refuses every outfit I change into. Why am I listening to him on how I should dress? Because I haven’t seen the stable hand since that night, no, since she pushed me down the stairs. Her room was cleared out, and the staff refuses even to mention her. It's as if she has never existed in this Manor.

"You're going to give someone a heart attack." Her beautiful silver hair hung over her shoulders and down her back. Her outfit was revealing, a single strip just covering her breast. Her stomach was bare, and her legs were covered in a long thin skirt with splits on both ends coming up to her hips. She wore gold bracelets around her ankles and wrist, a necklace, and a gold arm cuff.

I turned around. “Lia.” “Sweetheart.” “Look, stop overwhelming her. Let her be!” Susan stood up for me and they all settled. I finally stepped out wearing a Sheath dress. I loved how it outlined my figure. It felt comfortable and I knew that it was what I needed. I checked myself out and then at the ladies seated in front of me. “What do you think?” “Perfect!” They are sung in unison. Making me feel like it was to tease me but their smiles said more.

“Wouldn’t that be revealing?” I thought for a second, “Nah, my girl is stunning and I have only seen her in jeans and a t-shirt almost every day. I want to see you in a nice, a bit sexy dress and show off how gorgeous you look to the others.” “Ok but then I think I will let go of the sleeves.” She mumbled more to herself than to me. “I do not mind if you let go of even more...the more you let go, the better…but just when it is the two of us you know...” I teased and she plead again.

“Let her at least see what you’re all going crazy over” The room grows silent again as Spin holds the opened box out to me. I lifted the heavy leather jacket out of the box, with the back of it facing me. The crew’s symbol is dead smack in the center of the back, and tiny pink rhinestones have been stitched across the shoulder blades spelling out ‘queen’ in all capital lettering! The sleeves are pink leather, and the word ‘wifey’ has been embroidered down the back of each arm in black. When I hold it out in front of me, it reads ‘Queen of Hart’s’. I rubbed the rhinestones before looking up into Spin’s smirking face and asking, “you want me as your queen”?