Smug Smirk Novels & Stories

Axton smirks. “Of course, baby”

the guy taunts as he skates around me with a smug smile. I let out a low whistle. "No need to get your panties in a twist."

Like an actual rubber duck. He raises an eyebrow. “What was that noise?” My dignity leaves the building. “I—I—I—YOU—WHY—WHERE—THE SHIRT—WHAT—WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!” He blinks calmly. “Like what.” “LIKE—LIKE—THAT!” I gesture wildly at his whole everything. He looks down at himself. “Oh. Right.” Then he smirks. THE SMIRK. THE ILLEGAL SMIRK. “Does it bother you?” he asks softly.

I say and he smirks. For fuck's sake. I grit my teeth uncontrollably. I really hate it so bad when he smirks like that. It always means something. Something bad, something mysterious, something dangerous, something.... Not so good at all and I don't want to see anything of the sort. God!!! "We shall see." Crap.

Ciara laughed, "I can't disagree." My mouth turned up into a smug smirk, everything they mentioned before, all of those guys, flew out of my mind. "Really?" I showed Samantha my paper. "Definitely." She noticed the smug look on my face and she raised an eyebrow at me, "Why do you look so smug?" I quickly leaned over towards her and pressed my lips to her cheek in a quick motion. It happened so fast, but when I sat back up, I could still feel her soft skin against my lips. And that smug look never left my face.

With a smile. ____

they spoke with an evil smirk. .

Not by blood at least. "Remember me?" He smirked looking down at me, making me smirk back at him, a smug look painting my face. Seeing by smirk, his own was instantly wiped off clean. That was something about smirks, you think you're on top but the moment the person you smirked at returns it with theirs, you know just then that you're going down.

"That should have had my complete attention. You just crossed my mind randomly…I was probably just hungry." “Hmm, probably,” he said. He was smiling into his glass like he had decided not to say what he was thinking but was enjoying the restraint tremendously. “Why are you smiling?” I asked. "I smile constantly. It's my default expression." "Not like that, it isn't." I pointed my fork at him. "You're unbearably smug about this." "I'm a man whose wife just admitted she couldn't get him out of her head during an important board meeting," he said. "I think a small amount of smugness is completely reasonable."

Logan gives me a smirk, the one that makes his gray eyes stand out. “Just try not to mess it up with your awkward smile whenever Madam Yv’s interrogating us.” I smirk back, before walking out of the room.