The Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

It means he loves it! Turning his back to me, he shoves one cup under the coffee machine spout and the other to the top. Cuffing his wrists with his free fingers, he shoves the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt up his forearm, highlighting toned and tan forearms. "Want a latte?" He asked over his shoulders.

The sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms that were more defined than she remembered. Ava guessed she wasn't wrong after all.

Wearing my flowered pajamas. The sight would be funny if I weren’t still shaking. My sleeves, the ones with the ruffled cuffs, are stretched absurdly tight over his muscular forearms. The tiny embroidered daisies at the hem of the shirt ride up his abdominal muscles, which I can’t help but allow my eyes to linger over. And the pants, well… they only go about halfway down his calves.

“You finally came.” “Finally?” He arched a brow, playful but curious. “I…” “She’s been waiting for you,” Roberta interjected before I could speak, giving me a knowing wink. “She’s been staring at the door for hours until you walked in.” I murmured, “That’s not—” Then my eyes caught a faint red stain on his sleeve. Small, almost invisible… but enough to pull my attention. And it was red. At first, I thought it was lipstick. But as I looked closer, my stomach dropped, and I almost passed out.

She asked me, taking a sip of coffee while I was just staring at her. “I told you that this will be forever,” I said. Elena’s POV: I was looking at myself in the mirror and smiling. For tonight, I picked the red silk sleeveless dress; it had a deep V-neck showing a teasing amount of cleavage. The dress was reaching to my knees with a tiny slit on one side going to mid-thigh. My hair was straight and left open. I applied red lipstick and mascara, ditching any other makeup for tonight. My black stilettos were resting near my bed.

Just for a second, I catch a glimpse of it. A sleeve. Not the rolled-up forearm I’ve gotten used to. Not the usual hairy knuckles, grease-stained wrists, or chewed-up nails of the guy who usually drops my “meals” like he’s feeding a lion through a slot at the zoo. No. This one's a jacket. Sleek, dark, and tailored. There’s a crisp and pressed white cuff poking out from underneath it. And then… something else. A mark. I freeze. Scar? No.

He produced another slender cuff, with a long chain attached to a metal ring in the middle. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Liora drank in the sight of him, her mouth salivating at the desire that rolled off him in waves. The sleeves of his dark blue shirt were pushed to his elbows, and the front buttoned down just enough that she could see a hint of his muscular chest.

I honestly did not expect that sort of nerdy look would look good on guys but Kevin was able to pull it off perfectly. As for me, I am representing the MEH, students. MEH as in the never mind students who don't really have a specific fashion thing going on but want to look decent and human at the same time. A quarter-sleeved see-through polo shirt with 5 different colors. The right side of the shirt is purple while the sleeves are a dirty mint color. The left side is pastel pink with it's sleeves colored nude. At the ends of the sleeves - I think those are called cuffs? - are colored white.

Or rather, apart from the slacks and the shirt which used to be those colors. They were only visible where red blotches did not cover and long rips were absent. One sleeve was rolled up to his elbow, and another was ripped off of the shoulder. One single diamond remained as a button, just like the last piece of sanity on his face, which was covered in thin, red lines.

"Don't be like that. It's just our initials. Very tiny on the sleeve and beneath the collar…that's it." "Rhaul!!" "Ok! And on the breast pocket and scantily on the cuff and body." "Rahul!" "It is unnoticeable, baby. I promise." I know there is no way the initials are encrypted only on these mentioned parts…and when do pants have sleeves and collars? "Are we still talking about the red pants?" He went quiet on the other end. He does that when he senses I'm getting angry with him. "Baby, I..." "What exactly are you planning, Rahul? Do I need to prepare for some bizarre surprises?"