She Is Also Cute Today Novels & Stories

she said so emphatically that I laughed weakly. She looks cute today because she's wearing a pastel hoodie partnered with black pajamas. I always see her wearing black clothes like there's always a funeral. Seeing her with pastel colored clothes makes me want to pinch her cheeks because of cuteness. Okay, remember Warren that she's a dangerous woman. "Coming right away," I said still laughing so she snorted because he seemed to be annoyed. "Do you really have to push her?" I asked and looked at Xeri who's watching us.

Majority of the time it would be a one worded response or a shrug, but today she flourished. "So, you and Zac, huh?" she beamed. I crinkled my nose in response, still floored by her enthusiasm. "Are you a thing?" she asked. Her naturally, luxurious hair was in space buns today and she wore gold hoop earrings. Her purple winter dress hugged every curve she possesses, and I wanted to faint from the sight of her alone. "You look very nice," I say not only wanting to complement her, but to also change the subject. "I know," she says, and I laugh. "So, tell me the goss please."

I take a deep breath and try to get this wild beast in my body under control. The bell to the door chimes and I look up. I freeze when I see her. Her bright blue eyes find me and the smile on her face stretches from ear to ear. As she walks over, her blonde hair flows around her like a halo, and I'm reminded of why she's my little sunshine. My jaw clenches when I see her dress today. She's always in dresses, but today it's shorter than normal.

she says sweetly and I am taken aback by her cuteness. “Hi, Red. What are you up to, cupcake? What has gotten you this elated?” I wonder. “Nothing much, just enjoying shopping. I didn’t realize I loved it that much,” she says warmly into the phone. “Well, if you do, then, I have to keep you out there more often, I love hearing your sound like you’ve been fucked nicely by me,” I say, trying to sext her through the phone. “Thank you,” she utters.

She giggled as she did and stared at Zade’s face. “Oh, you are so cute,” she said cutely and held his cheeks. Zade wrapped an arm around her waist and stared at her. “You are the most handsome man I have ever seen,” she added as she raised her hand to his buzz cut. “I know,” Zade mumbled and she smiled at him. “And you have a lot of cool tattoos. I like them all,” she said and he kept listening to her. “Zade, can you stop being mean to me?” she asked and poured.

She said with a sweet smile. Who the fuck does the even think she is right now?!

I greet and she beams upon noticing me. “Hey sweet pea, we’re gonna go shopping today.” Great, more money being spent on me. “Unless . . . you’re fine with the clothes in your closet? They’re all yours y’know.” “I’m good with them, thanks.” I take a seat on the opposite sofa and she smiles. “It feels so good to have another girl in the house . . . it’s never been this way.” Unsure of what to say, I let out a small laugh. “So, what would you like to do today?”

She was looking extravagant today in red. "You liked the attire?" I asked slowly. She diverted her gaze slightly to me and smiled. "This is so perfect and beautiful," "Haven't you done anything special for me?" I asked teasingly. "Isn't the wedding enough to be called special?" She countered back. I chuckled. "Of course, it is,"

There was a faint flicker of the same desire I'd seen earlier, but this time, it was laced with something new. I didn't know if I was appreciative or apprehensive, or even offended. It almost felt like resentful appreciation. At least I tried to look feminine. "The jeans," she finally said, her voice dry. "They suit you." "Thank you," I said, a slight, genuine smile touching my lips. "You look... different today, Isla, focused." She merely shrugged, a subtle movement that made the shimmer on her fabric catch the light. "I am hungry. Let's go. I know a place nearby."

she said in one breath and before I could reply she ended the call which made me smile. She is cute.