Sheepish Grin Novels & Stories

PIETRO GIACOMETTI "Hmmm" Peaches purred softly while I gently patted her hair, her head on my chest and her arms around me. She raised her head up and pouted her lips. I kissed her pouted lips, feeling a burst of excitement. I could not hold back the grin on my face. "What's funny?" She asked, a small playful frown on her face. "Funny? Is it funny? I do not think so." "Then why are you grinning?"

“You don’t?” “That’s not what I meant. I mean I’ve never seen you smile, except for those wicked grins of course” My forehead furrowed as I faked anger and disappointment. “Wicked grin? What does that even mean?” “Like this” She adjusted in her seat to enable me see her better. Then she did what was supposed to be the ‘wicked grin’ I always do. “Wow. I must have been a villain in my past life” “Past life? You are still a villain, Mr. Arrogant”

He asks, flashing me a lopsided grin. I sigh and roll my eyes. Awh, shit. Not this again.

She said, a grin on her face. “How?” He grunted, his voice gruff and low. “It’s easy. All you must do is eat,”

After a few seconds I return and catch her chewing the apple. "Ha!, couldn't resist, could you?" My lips can't help but form a smug grin at her. She gruffs angrily at me before she goes further into her stable with the apple in her mouth. She turns back, giving me a nice view of her buttocks before resuming to her snack. I sigh dramatically.

Iskander's jokes are contagious. "You're a natural," I say. "I have a few more if you're interested." He asks as he licks the sauce plate. "Of course," I say. I'm eager to hear his next joke. "Okay, here's one. What do you call a sheep with wheels?" I think about it, and then I say, "A lamb-borghini?" Iskander nods his head and smiles. "That's right," he says. "You're getting the hang of this, Let's try another one," Iskander says. "What do you call a sheep with a bad haircut?" I try to think of an answer, but I'm stumped. Iskander leans in and whispers the answer in my ear. "A ewe-cut!" he says. I start to laugh again, and I can't stop. Iskander's jokes are hilarious, and I'm enjoying myse

"Can I help you?" "Yes," I said with a grin. Trish shook my hand to just ignore her but I couldn't. I'd teach her some manners. She looked like she'd need a lot of it. "Who are you by the way?" One of the sheep flocking around her asked. "Where I come from, it is considered rude to start a conversation by asking rubbish questions," I said without ending the grin on my face. Blondie looked like she would rip my head off. Her anger was fueled by Trisha's snicker.

He grinned with a wicked smile. I gulped.

I added and it worked because a smile cracked his hard demeanor I gave him a sheepish grin and he just rolled his eyes at me. I sighed in relief as we drank our cappuccino in comfortable silence. I knew he wasn't really upset with me, it was just an act, however, I couldn't bear another silent attitude with Andre when I would certainly go home to one later. I would prefer to exhaust my mouth in talking and laughing ceaselessly with him here and go back home to sleep