Redfield Smiles の小説・ストーリー

pure , raw and animalistic one . A vulgar smile curved his mouth " now let's get this bra off as well "

She couldn't help noticing the way it showcased his muscular arms and broad shoulders, but she snapped her gaze back to his face. The corners of his mouth were upturned in a subtle smile, and his eyes sparkled with humor. Anna prayed that he hadn't noticed her checking him out. "Aye, I am at that. And after such a wonderful dinner, I thought I might head to the campfire."

I've become the person who learned to detach herself from her too good to be true imaginations, being brave enough to face the real-world situation. "Smile, Irene." While I was busy wiping the utilities, Harold spoke again. Even though I was starting to feel weird as to why he was making me smile, I just did what he told me to do. "You're more beautiful when you're always smiling." He looked at me. "Are you aware of that, Irene?" "Maybe everyone is capable of doing the same I’m doing though," I answered. "People tend to smile in distinct ways. It's easy to smile but what's hard to do... To smile genuinely."

He was quiet for a minute, then he said, “Okay then. Smile.” I blinked. “What?” “Smile. And this time, smile for real, Addison.” He glanced at me again, his gaze direct. “I don’t like your fake smiles. They don’t suit you.” A real laugh bubbled out of me, breaking the tension. “Using my own trick against me, okay, Mr. Rex.” I took a deep breath, let go of the worry about my mother, and gave him a real, true smile. “Here. I’m smiling.”

“You should try this too.” He gave a small, genuine smile with a cheese. Ethan grinned widely. She clicked the photo. For a moment, none of them moved. She looked down at the screen. The picture wasn’t perfect. Ethan’s hair was slightly messy. Reid’s smile was soft with teeth showing. She looked peaceful. It was real. “It’s nice,” she said quietly. Reid leaned slightly to see. “Yeah… it is.” Ethan pointed. “Frame it!” Karline nodded. “I will.”

but he wasn’t smiling at me. she was across from him. red sweater, black hair twisted up, a little loose like she wanted it to fall. laughing too loud, the kind of laugh that fills a room even when nobody asked for it. leaning in, elbow propped, eyes glued to him like he was the only man alive. and he… he gave her that smile. not the half-grimace he gives at work, not the one he used on me when he thought i wasn’t watching. this one was soft, warmer, like he’d been saving it.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

She wasn’t pretty. Red had a type of beauty that really stood out from a multitude. This was why I wasn’t surprised when that famous magazine listed her all because of her smile. That was sincere. I had seen her laugh with people from the company a few times. But she just never seemed to smile when she was around me.