The Sweater by Alona Kuznietsova

... my eyes glide over him.

He wore graphite grey dress pants and a black V-neck sweater, casual and sophisticated. I like his look, I am attracted by its softness, even though I know it is an illusion. He is tough in many ways.

I took a deep breath and felt that I must try to interact with him. Isn't this my biggest complaint? He wants to go through the stage of getting to know each other and then go to bed directly?

” You look...” I paused. So damn sexy... In the end, I went with the lust and lame, 

” I like the way you look.” I felt so embarrassed as if I said something not it.

His forehead rose, and I blushed:“Ah, there is something you like about me. Is that a general as well as general package? Just the graphite grey sweater? Or maybe it is the pants?”

Yes, that’s the pants. They were black and looked barely ideal with his grey sweater. I always connect these colors to men like him. The edge of his tone rubbed me the wrong way. All of these teasing phrases got my legs shaking, and I got the idea of what he tried to play, but could not do anything with that.

” What if I say it's just the sweater?”

‘’I'm going to buy a dozen and wear them every freaking day.”

‘’It would be a shame.”

‘’You don't like the sweater?” 

He was angry, his words were short and quick, I felt dizzy, because I was nervous.