Homer Slow Smile Novels & Stories

He smiled, slow and cold. "And you'll still be mine."

Homer didn't want Jefferson to make that sad face; that kind of expression would never suit him. Instead, Homer likes Jefferson's face, with a blush on his cheeks and a little smile on his lips. Well, that kind of expression fits his Jeremy so perfectly. Jefferson's face was beautiful even when angry and cute when he smiled. It was refreshing as a cold glass of water on a dry throat in hot weather. And Homer wonders are his lips also as sweet as his smile. Homer's face drew closer; he was pulled but didn't want to fight it. His hand was raised, stroking Jefferson's cheek gently.

The man smiled slowly. “Well,” he said. “That changes everything.”

I said. A slow, dark smile curved his lips. “Perfect.”

The man smiled. “Too late.”

She said in an annoyed voice: “It's Baby Pop, of course. Right now, we can only look forward to that place.” Kenny told Katherine indignantly that he didn't have any happy memories of him. Kenny was once played quite painfully by the owner of Baby Pop when he intentionally swapped out local sirloin for foreign loin when delivering his order. This resulted in him being scolded by Katherine for two hours for not meeting the strict ingredient requirements: “Who would name a butcher shop Baby Pop?”

I can’t seem to tell. Slowly, a smile that almost looks like a smirk slips onto his lips. “Maybe, Ophelia. Maybe.” He says before popping a chocolate chip into his mouth.

A slow smile spread across my lips. “I have something very special planned.”

“No. The game just got interesting.” He smiles, a slow, wolfish grin. “Very interesting.”

His smirk returns, slow and lethal. “Now you’re talking.”