Justin Jefferson Smile Novels & Stories

A smile he’d never flashed in her direction before. I’m imagining things. Jesus. I'm getting crazy. She didn’t take another breath until he turned and walked out of the cabin. I have to pull myself together. Justin doesn’t flash sexy smiles in my direction—not ever.

Copper I gave him a polite smile. “I’m fine. Kenny just let me know. What perfect timing.” His smile returned to his face. “Oh, yeah. He isn’t the best at communication.” He laughed and scratched his head, but it seemed forced. After getting no reaction from me, he cleared his throat and opened the passenger door. Once again, I smiled at him and entered. The ride was silent, but not in a peaceful way. I could tell that behind that smile Justin was struggling to say something. The windows were rolled up and the a/c was on, giving us complete privacy.

It was fucking impossible to keep up. "Yes.” He smiled with a hint of derision. “If you start to get turned on, I will feel it.” Fool. I was definitely dealing with a jerk. "Damn pervert." He laugh heartily when he listen to me. It was the first time I had heard him laugh heartily, honestly. Even I, who used to think of myself as bitter, joined in his laughter. "I see you're in a good mood," Justin commented, coming into the living room.

She grinned, attempted to hold my cheeks but I immediately declined it and shook my head away. Her smile immediately changed back to its sinister grin. "I was trying to play 'be-nice-and-make-her-your-friend', but you're not complying and it's frustrating. So, let me go straight to my point." She smirked, twirling a few strands of her hair around her pinkie finger. "I want to warn you about 'my Justin'." She conceded, stressing the words 'my Justin'.

A smile escaped my lips, and I thanked these people in my thoughts. I returned my gaze to Justine, who was wearing in loose, sloppy, old faded jeans and a tattered sleeveless top. His hair was unkempt, and his face was unshaven, yet despite his beard, he still looks attractive. I'll give him that. His beard definitely adds to his hotness and sexiness. Furthermore, he appears to be completely comfortable with those firearms. He is undoubtedly the real definition of the word 'sigma.' Justine chuckled. “Yeah, he absolutely is,” he says picking salmon out of a can with his fingers.

“This isn’t my first.” “Really?” Justin smiles, that offbeat, trying-too-hard smile that somehow manages to feel both forced and smug. I hate everything about him—his voice, his posture, even the way he leans forward like he’s earned a place closer to her. I step in, smooth and measured. “Thank you for the visit, Justin. Eleanor needs to rest now.” “I only just got here,” he protests, his brow tightening like he’s genuinely confused. Eleanor doesn’t say a word.

Zack smiled as he pacified his sulking brother. "I know!" Justin conceitedly responded with his cocky smile. "Cocky" Zack teasingly scoffed. "But still, you undeniably love me" Justin declared arrogantly. Zack nervously gaped at Justin. His heart suddenly thundered. *****😘😳*****

He was really good at pretending. I smiled to myself. I clicked on the mouse. I saw him start to turn red. He had been faking it all along. He was doing a pretty good job. 'I wonder how long you can keep this act up,' I thought. What position was the mouse in yesterday when it brought him to his knees? Was it here? I moved it slightly. Maybe it was over there… "Jamie!" I could not help but smile. Ah, I found it. I clicked again.

Jane I blinked, trying to process his words but I couldn't make sense of it. My heartbeat escalated, "I don't understand." This was his chance to laugh and play it off and say it was nothing but a joke but he wore that smile again, the one where you coild tell that there was definitely something wrong.

A smile stayed on my face throughout the entire conversation. “So,” he said eventually. “So?” “How’s married life?” The question immediately made heat crawl into my cheeks. I stared at my reflection in the darkened window. “It’s nice.” I mumnled. It was truly nice. “Just nice?” he said. “It’s really nice.” I bit my lip. “You’re blushing, aren’t you?” Justin teased. "Stop teasing me Justin" I groaned and he laughed. “I knew it.” I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me. “You’re annoying.” I said to him.