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My free hand moves to my lower region. I bite my lip as I slip a finger through my fold — just to get the feel of it. I almost scream. Damn. Good thing I’m biting that lip. I smirk secretly, thinking that Damion will make a fortune writing books like ‘Cockiness 101’ or ‘Getting Laid For Dummies’. No, wait, ‘The Smile That Drops Panties’. “Sorry, the what?” he chuckles softly, and I curse my freaking mouth for not using its filter again.

He smiled, a whole hearted smile I'd never seen before. "Thank you, Davis." xX Contest rules to win a free paper copy of this book has been posted on my i n s t a. make sure to take a look @rae.knight.author. Contest ends May 31st Xx

"I mean, what have you been doing?" "Oh, right," my lips curled into a smile, "I've been, you know, training, working out, and all." She raised her eyebrows. "Not studying for the exams?" "I've been reading..." "Reading what?" "Books..." "You're terrible at lying," she says, her soft lips stretching into a smile. Casting a sideways look at her, I couldn't help but take in how beautiful she looked when she smiles. She had the type of smile that kind of extends to her eyes and then deep into her soul. Her smile was always genuine.

Cristine doesn't like feeling like a prey when she's with Tristan. "Well, your tone isn't exactly pleasant." "For the time being, I'll take it," Tristan said with a lovely smile. Cristine isn't sure whether he's mocking her, but she can't deny that his smile had her hooked. For the sake of everyone, he should grin less. It also has the potential to trigger a heart attack. For those that are interested. Even if you don't have Tristan's killer smile, smile. If you can't afford to smile, even if it's free, you're the poorest person on the planet, right?

Haha Plus, I always have BOB… (my battery operated boyfriend) and he keeps me plenty satisfied without having to fake a smile or place risk to any of my five senses. I'm not really sure why I'm telling you all this. You will probably read my letter and think what a weirdo. I mean it started out okay talking about the weather then I guess it went downhill from there. I went on a rant and then started sharing all this personal information and I won't be surprised if I never hear from you again. But for whatever reason, I feel compelled to share with you and I’m just gonna go with it. If you do want to write back, but I offended you somehow, then let me know and I can tone it down next time.

Of all the damn books in the world. My heart does something ridiculous in my chest. It flutters. Like I’m some love-struck teenager. He looks up slowly, his eyes lock with mine, and then—he smiles. That smile. It should come with a warning. It’s wicked and boyish all at once, like sin wrapped in sunshine. My stomach flips, heat rushes through me, and if I were in human form, I’d probably trip over my own feet. I thank the goddess I’m not wearing anything, because anything I would be wearing would be soaked through by now.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

"I can see it." "Is it obvious?" "Only because I did the same thing." A beat. "I just did it with fewer color-coded tabs." She laughed. The real one, unguarded, the one that still surprised her slightly every time. He smiled — the full one this time, not the almost, not the beginning of one held back. The actual smile, unheld, and it changed his whole face in a way she felt was somehow inconvenient. She looked back down at the book. A Field Guide to Getting Lost.

He looks so immune to his skin touching mine while I am almost dying for it. He looks so fine with our skin touching when I’m almost going to breathe my last breath because of the electric sparks in it. Damn! He smiled at me and nodded. “This is a good book. Just so sad for my liking.” He pouted. Oh, dear Lord. What have I done these past few days to see a pouting Kieran Wu right now? I tried to smile normally but I know that my smile came out to be an awkward one. Geez! Everything is very awkward now.