Things To Say That Will Make Her Smile Novels & Stories

“I believe that is an apt description. I’ll take it.” Her pretty smile reached her eyes, crinkling just a little at the corners. I liked that she was a pretty smiler. So many of the women I dated had this idea that smiling caused wrinkles. They would offer weird lip movements instead. I liked genuine people. “Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves,” she commented. I nodded. “I agree.” “Ah, you are a man of few words.” “I thought I was a prickly cactus?” She giggled, sounding very young. “Yes, yes, you are.”

She looks so cute when she gets angry. "You are making me insane. How many times would you make me fall in love with you" she rolled her eyes but my eyes didn't miss observing her smile which she was trying to control. "Now what makes you fall in love with me?" She asked. I stood up and pulled her closer to me holding her hand. "Your everything made me fall for you. Your smile, Your eyes, and your cute angry expression"

Something that I couldn't explain. "Thank you for the compliment" she blushed "Thank you?" Startled by how she pulled off a comment which was suppose to make her grumpy, I laughed. I couldn't help but burst into laughter. I was enjoying the fact that she was making me laugh heartily Able to hold get myself together after a long minutes of laughing my soul out "Thank you, anyways for making me feel better" I said "You're welcome" she smiled again There's a thing about her smile. It was contagious and like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room, it flickered across her face like a hologram. I couldn't help but smile back at her.

My eye bright d I huff a smile. “Always have a smile on, it makes you look make beautiful” she adds. I wonder how she always manages to stare at myself because I Know how bad my face and I wouldn’t feel ocomdortacle strong at it in close range for a long period tkrmbut h always does it.

I said gaging. "She used to make a lot of those kinds of smoothies with disgusting combinations" he responded, I sighed thinking about her and her bright smiles and even jokes. Please Amelia, Please be okay!

Her phone dings again and she smiles at the screen. She has been doing that more and more, smiling at her damn screen. It’s not just once or twice no. It’s every time, during breakfast ding. Doing laundry ding. Either she is smiling, laughing or blushing! She is blushing. Just fucking fantastic. She must be in a new relationship and the thought alone makes my heart break. It should be me making her react like this, but it’s not.

The thumping of my heart keeps me awake at night and I'm not even complaining because sleep is secondary if I've so much time and peace to think, and keep re-thinking about every little thing that makes me smile, a wider smile that I thought I would never see in myself until I met her. Of course I was a happy soul before meeting her, I smiled and laughed a lot genuinely. but this is different, this smile is different and i knew it. because the reason behind my smile is a Girl. In the past few days, I love the way my lips curve into a smile more often. I smiled recalling her words, voice and the way she glared at me when I bumped into her. I smiled seeing her cheerfully roaming around tagging

"I can't believe you've done all these for me and I didn't realize it. You're always acting grumpy so I could never imagine it, I'm still surprised to know you claim to love me and no one would ever imagine you could've done crazy things because you were stalking me." "Exactly. If Mom ever finds out, she won't believe it." "And…" I peered at him, tilting my head a bit to study the happiness etching on his face. "...you should smile more often, it makes you more approachable and look like a nice person." "Really?" He quirked an eyebrow. "Yes. Smile more." I placed my fingers on the sides of his lips to extend his smile. Before I could return my hand to my side, he held it and placed a kiss on

Say it. - You always tell me that my presence makes your day better. – she smiled shyly at him through the mirror – And that I am very kind and kind. And cute... And that I deserve all the love in the world. - terribly blushing, she finally concluded, happy and disconcerted.

Gods, that smile could start wars. She glanced down briefly before speaking again. “I don’t do this.” “Do what?” “This.” She gestured between us vaguely. “Feelings.” I blinked then burst out laughing and she frowned immediately. “What’s funny?” “You think I do?” Her expression softened slightly. “I mean” “I punch people for stress relief,” I reminded her. “You also threaten people recreationally.” “Exactly.” A tiny laugh escaped her before she could stop it. There it is. Marie’s smile faded slowly as she looked at me again.