Smile Smirk Mga Nobela at Kwento

I smirk. His face turns the color of ripe tomatoes and he bites his bottom lip.

He looked at me for a moment. The smile that had been threatening broke free entirely. "Wipe that smirk off your face," I said immediately. "I'm not…" "You're smirking. Internally if not externally. I can see it." "I'm just…" "If you say you're proud of me I swear…" "I was going to say," he said, moving closer, "that you said evil bitch." I blinked. "I said that out loud?" "Yes, you did." "I was expressing myself." "You were." He was very close now, the smirk having graduated into a full blown smile. "It was extremely expressive."

His smirk returned, slower this time. "Suck on it, dear sister.”

Williams paused and cracked his infamous smirk. "Sucking up if she needs to." He laughed, but we both knew it wasn't a joke.

Seb smirks, “Try me, I’m feeling… experimental right now.” A slow wicked grin spreads across her face.

he growls. My eyes widen and I try to keep a straight face but the corners of my lips curl upward almost immediately as a deep blush creeps onto my cheeks. He smirks triumphantly. "There's that beautiful smile."

I looked up and he smirked. “Relax, baby, we're not done yet.”

Lia smirked. “Am I?”

I said. That made her laugh. It was a beautiful laugh. It was not a laugh. The sound of her laugh made me happy. It made me feel good. I would do anything to hear her laugh again. I looked at her stomach. She caught me looking. "Don’t look at me like that " she said. I smiled. "What are you talking about?" I said. "You are smiling " she said. "I do smile " I said. "No you smirk " she said. "Smiling is different " she said.

She looked up with a start when she saw me, her eyes widening momentarily before a smirk played on her lips. The smirk – that was the first thing I noticed. It wasn't a genuine smile, not by a long shot. It was a practiced twitch of her lips, one corner curling upwards a little higher than the other, laced with a hint of smugness and something else I couldn't quite place yet. Maybe defiance? Maybe even a touch of… mischief?