J Cole Smile Novels & Stories

"You married me because you couldn't resist me. Admit it." A laugh burst out of me, soft but genuine, and Cole grinned like he'd just won a battle. He pulled back, satisfaction written across his face. "There it is," he said triumphantly. "That's the real smile. I knew I'd get it out of you." I tried to hide it, ducking my head, but he tilted my chin up with two fingers until our eyes met again. His gaze softened, less teasing now and more tender. "I missed that," he murmured.

he mouthed to her with a smile on his face. Zynah's heart raced. When had his smile look so beautiful? Why did he suddenly look extra handsome in his white jallabiya? She couldn't help but subtly admire him. Clearing her throat to cover any visible reaction, she turned to Aysha. "I should get going now. Thank you so much for coming out to see us. I truly appreciate your friendship." "Bye," Aysha waved, her smile warm. "Please call me when you get there."

I blinked multiple times, then turned my phone to the back, wanting to make sure it was actually mine. "Dude! How the hell are ALL your pics on my phone?" I said, exasperatingly. I swiped furiously and as I did, I saw a pic of Cole with different postures; grinning, smirking and one he was pouting. I laughed and showed it to him. "I'm so setting this as my wallpaper," I laughed. "Whatever," he grumbled, a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks. "At least that way you can stare at me all day long," he confessed, a smug smirk on his face.

A woman at the front of the line coos. Her brunette friend cups her hands around her ruby-red lips and shouts, “I love your friend!” The two giggled, their laughter lost within the chatter of the crowd. Cole turns his head upon hearing them, his thousand-watt smile still perfectly in place. I have to hand it to him. I’d never say it out loud, but Cole’s ability to fake his emotions has impressed me on more than one occasion. How the man can smile and laugh but be seconds away from murdering a room full of people, I’d never understand.

“Here I am.” “Am I…I mean, is it what you were expecting?” Oh wow, classy, Cole. Not blatant at all. But his mouth finally yielded up its smile. And, like his laugh, it was unexpectedly shy, as though he wasn’t used to doing it. It disordered the harmonies of his face, but Cole liked him better that way, a little bit messy, a little bit realer. God, the man was killing her. Actually killing her. “I’m not sorry I came.”

Cole watched the whole thing from where he stood beside me, his silver light fading back beneath his skin the way mine did, and when it was over he looked at Thorian with an expression that was careful and assessing and underneath both of those things quietly impressed. "He takes your safety seriously," Cole said. "He takes everything seriously," I said. "It is one of his more exhausting qualities." Cole looked at me. And then something happened in his face that I was not prepared for. A smile. Slow and genuine and so completely familiar that it stopped my breath for a second because I had seen that smile before. I had seen it in the mirror my whole life without ever knowing where it came fr

He asked and I nodded at him. He smiled and sat down. " Let Me Teach you." He said and took hold of his own chopsticks. He positioned it and showed me how to use it. " Wow.." I said and used mine. " Thank you." I said and he smiled at me. Why is he smiling somehow? " I'm Cole and I'm English." He said. " I'm Riley and I'm African." " Wow..." He said with a smirk. " What ?" " Nothing. You're beautiful." He said but I scoffed politely.

For a second, Cole just stared at me. Then he smiled. Not the cocky smile. Not the teasing smile. The real one. The one he didn’t show everybody. And somehow that smile felt more important than winning mini golf. More important than campus rumors. More important than any of it. Because for the first time in a very long time… I wasn’t just surviving anymore. I was happy. And maybe the most terrifying part of all? Was how much of that happiness was standing right in front of me.

My breath catches, just slightly. He’s rugged, there’s no better word for it. Strong jawline, a faint shadow of stubble, and eyes that are just… intense. But it’s the smile that gets me. It’s easy, genuine, like the kind of smile that sneaks up on you and lingers in your thoughts long after it’s gone. Valerie practically beams with pride as she gestures between us. “This is Cole,” she says, then turns to him. “And this is Hazel, the one I’ve been telling you about.”

Jay said in a sonorous tone. Cole’s smile froze on his face.