A Wink And A Smile Novels & Stories

"Since I like finding my way to the said destination." My face turned red. “I guess so.” I tried to bite away the small smile from spilling on my lips like a waterfall. “I know so.” He smiled and threw a wink casually at me before going back to his notes as if this kind of shit happens every day. The Greek God, smoking hot asshole, just winked at me. Hallelujah!

Emma says smiling. “She is not, and if she bothers you just give me a call and I will deal with her,” I say winking at Emma. “Thank you. I would love that, and your wink is so horrible. Don’t ever use it again,” Emma says laughing a little. “Any time, and leave my amazing wink alone,” I say laughing. “I will after you learn how to do it better. It was great talking to you. I think I should get back to my office,” Emma says standing up to walk out.

I sarcastically stated smiling the whole time. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it.” He smirked and then gave me his wink which caused the butterflies to wake up inside me. I just watched him happily and realized I may not hate any of this.

I smirked, then winked at him. “This is just the beginning.”

he whispers, in that seductive tone that makes a tingle run through my belly. “You are insistent!” I point at it with my index finger and wave it accusingly. “And very clever,” I add. He smiles from ear to ear. I know he is very proud of himself. “This is me. I don't give up so easily.” He winks at me again. “I see you like doing that a lot.” I shoot him a hard look. “What thing?” “Wink the eye.” “I only do it when the occasion warrants it.” “As with the woman in the store?” I can't keep a certain tone of hostility in my voice.

Use me as you see fit. A drawn wink face at the end and hearts. I burst out laughing as my heart races.

Watching. Waiting. And smiling without a face.

With a playful glint in his eye, he gently pinched the tip of her nose, a gesture that had become one of their little endearing habits. "Yeah, you’re right," he said, still smiling as he winked at her. His voice, light and full of affection, wrapped around Isla like a comforting embrace, and she couldn’t help but smile even more. The playful wink Vincent gave her wasn’t just a teasing gesture—it was a silent promise of the deep bond they had formed. Over time, they had learned each other’s quirks, developed an understanding that only grew stronger with each passing day.

She winked at me and disappeared. Now I was grinning like an asshole.

I froze—fork halfway to my mouth. He winked—playful, cheeky, but with just enough heat behind it to make my stomach flip. Oh no.