Novel & Cerita That's His Eager Face

I tried to read his mind,but I can't with his poker face. Oh man. I'm so eager to have that discussion with him.

His face hard. He looks like a man who would pull the trigger.

Staring at the man's flat, serious face at him. "What do you want?"

I really hoped we were going to do… You know… The sound of the smooth cackle whisked my head to the side. “What?” I asked, befuddled by his sudden outburst. “You have a very expressive face. One could tell all the things you’re thinking of by just looking at your face.” So he can make out the disappointment I was feeling?

He snapped out, his entire being rile and its muscles became tense. Grumpy people, I wondered the kind of men, this pack is producing. They are always too serious for my liken, having a little relaxation will make them more handsome. Those words ring in my head as I look at his godlike face, his face is alluring, it's like the sun, watching it one will never get tired of it unlike Prince Rupert's annoying scary face, which could make one cower and probably have bad dreams. "Yes!" His eyebrows become thicker as he frowns forming an ark and his jawbone tightens, his gaze was like that of someone that hasn't heard the word yes before.

And what he's aiming at is my heart. I looked up into his face, looking for any sign of compassion or restraint, and come up empty-handed. His eyes are blue-gray and hard as they stare at me. His jaw is covered in a thick, black beard that hides his mouth from view. I can't be sure, but it looks like he's smiling. Is he thinking of some disgusting, perverse, deranged thing to do to punish me? "Well, well, well. Look at what we have here, boys. Is this a little fly I've caught in my web?"

My normal vanished like long ago. I just give him a plain node. I want to give him a small smile but my face is too stiff, my lips hurt when I stretch them. "Are you sure?" he inquires while cocking his head to one side to study my facial expression. His eyebrows furrow together and he frowns in deep concern. I don't reply his question. I believe that the answer is obvious to everyone with eyes.

Grace I turned around and tilted my head up to look into the man’s face. He was tall, towering over me. In a crisp green button-up, a dark vest, and dark wash jeans. He wasn’t so close to loom over me, but he was warm enough that the air between us was sizzling. It was the confidence in his tone and his easy expression that told me he was an older man, but I wasn’t sure how much older. His hair was dark and styled just short of messy, brushing his forehead. His face was clean-shaven and chiseled. He was handsome, but it was his eyes, a rich forest green that seemed to glow in the low light that got me. There was something about his face that felt familiar, but I couldn’t place it.

I added before flashing a wide grin. I can't wait to see who he was.

Her face was filled with smiles. Trouble ahead…