Gentle Touch Smile Novels & Stories

Not at all. “How about someone who looks at you like he is watching his world smiling at him? How about someone who touches you so gently, not because he fears you might break, but because he knows how precious you are?” He said, his fingers touching my cheeks, gently, like wind caressing my cheeks. And my eyes clenched when his fingers rested on my neck. “Silas—”

Now she was in a fix. She took out some tissues to help clean up the mess. The person grabbed her hand and said gently, "It's okay." Feeling warmth from the touch on her wrist and seeing the person not blaming her, Nina lifted her gaze without hesitation. The person was smiling. In his brown eyes, it's as if there are stars twinkling, warm and inviting, radiating charm. When characters in books describe someone as "gentle as a breeze," they're talking about someone like him.

"Soft. Gentle. Slow." A smile tugged at the corners of Adam's lips as he nodded, his eyes softening. "As you wish." He moved with a deliberate tenderness, his hands caressing my skin with a feather-light touch. Every movement was unhurried, filled with a gentleness that made my breath hitch. He was honoring my request, making sure every moment was exactly what I had asked for.

Everyone's attention is on them, congratulating them on their upcoming wedding. He is now looking at Vianne who never gets tired of smiling to all that she talks to. He tightened his grip on the glass he was holding. "Who would have thought that you would still be healed and meet a lot of people again" he said while still looking at the woman who is still smiling now. "Hmm, should I add another game? I don't want to see you smiling, baby" He stopped looking at the woman when he felt his phone vibrate. It's his burner phone.

She wasn’t a violent person over all. “What?” He asked with how she was touching him. Her hand was soft and her thumb moved slowly over his cheek bone. He wasn’t sure he liked this feeling he got suddenly while she looked at him a softer expression and perhaps sad. It felt intimate, he didn’t do this kind of intimate. It made him leery. He’d have gotten up if that soft touch didn’t feel like a weight he couldn’t move. “You know it’s okay to smile. Feel humor and positive things, it’s not going to hurt you.” He frowned at her.

My lips parted, trying to form some excuse, but nothing came out. And then… he smiled. Not the sharp smirk, not the dangerous grin that made my heart race for the wrong reasons. This one was soft, gentle, so unlike him it made my chest ache. He lifted one hand, fingers brushing my cheek with the lightest touch, and whispered, his voice rough but tender, “Good morning.” His lips brushed mine with the words, stealing my breath all over again.

The warmth of his grip is solid, almost protective — like he’s daring the world to challenge us. My heart gives a startled thump. And then I see it — that smile. Sweet. Disarming. Dangerous. God… it’s the kind of smile that tastes like honey and melts the frost right off your bones. The hallway still hums with hushed gossip, but it’s as though Baekhoon’s hand is a shield between me and them. The knot of anxiety in my chest loosens, just a little. That simple touch, paired with his quiet reassurance, is enough to tilt the mood inside me.

I pulled away from the man’s arms and finally saw his face. I could not believe how handsome he was; it was almost surreal. I saw his name tag, which said, [Ryan Shaw.] Even his name sounded great. The man smiled gently. He looked like a gentleman and seemed completely out of place there. “No worries. “I work here. Instead of thanking me, why don’t you book me for the night?” All of a sudden, he leaned in. He grabbed a strand of my hair that was hanging over my shoulder and gently sniffed it.

“This is your truth Maya. Admit it and own it.” “My mouth…my lips full and sensual; kissable I was once told. There is another soft scar; now faded with time. The upper lip the result of a hard-hitting ball. I really did enjoy my tomboyish escapades. Now the final conclusion of my face…both sides of my checks sporting dimples of delight.” A slow smile curving around her mouth. Thomas reached for her hand. Instant sparks sizzles between them. He slowly smiles acknowledging what she felt resonant within him. He made her sit down at the table again.

Just a heavily edited version of the truth. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing mine. His touch is gentle, almost tentative, and I flinch but don't withdraw my hand. I waited for the charged jolt to shoot through me, but it didn’t send electricity through my veins. It doesn’t make my pulse stutter. It doesn’t do anything at all. It was just like every other touch… ordinary, but I faked a smile, pretending I welcomed his touch. If anything, I was repulsed by it, but I stayed put.