What Makes A Guy Cute Novels & Stories

“Make it two.” Goddess, this man is ridiculously attractive. And when he laughs, his face is so boyish it makes him look years younger than he is. He’s the kind of man who will still have a boyish grin when his hair is silver and he has wrinkles around his eyes. He’s also the kind of man who will father pups that that have that same boyish grin, the kind that pack members will swoon over. The kind that would melt my heart if it was my child.

Many thoughts arose in his mind, and he decided to be truthful. “Things men like? I can’t speak for every man in the world, but I think most guys like cute girls. Pretty, sexy, you know? And smart. Funny. Fun to be with. A good conversationalist. And if you enjoy doing the same stuff and eating the same foods, even better.” “Yeah, that makes sense. Do you think I’m cute? My parents say I’m pretty, but there are a lot of girls at school that are gorgeous.” The words came out a bit fast. Leo assumed the caffeine was taking effect.

I'm pleased that I've ruffled him for once. “Ok, why do I like you? Well, you are funny, sweet, witty, cute - “ “Cute!” I say, miffed. “What’s wrong with cute?” “Babies are cute. Puppies are cute. Grandmothers are cute. I am not cute,” I say, huffing a little. Carter laughs for a few seconds. “Ok, ok. Not cute. How about pretty?” “I’ll accept it,” I say, mollified.

Hot freakn' damn. It wasn't a pretty boy cuteness that rendered them so appealing, though, but rather their innate ruggedness. From their short haircuts, almost military in style, to their square, bristled jaws, wide, superbly-wide shoulders, and perfect height, these two guys oozed testosterone. Confidence. Swagger. Hot, I-am-the-man, stuff. In other words, all the things that totally turned her on. Sometimes she hated her hormones. Why did she always find herself attracted to the impossible to attain type? So unfair, given her attraction was rarely returned.

That small, harmless contact kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. Am I seriously catching feelings? For real? Well… who wouldn’t? He was charming, polite, soft-spoken. The kind of guy who actually lets you share his umbrella instead of ignoring you in the rain. That already makes him ten times better than most men I know. And he’s good-looking, too—Tall, Dark, and Handsome. The perfect embodiment of TDH. Plus, his curly hair? That curly-fringed cut he had? Very few guys could pull that off, but he did—effortlessly. A true Island Boy. Sun-kissed skin, relaxed vibe, and just the right amount of mystery.

After a minute or two of that, most of the hot ones move on. I tend to end up dating average guys, guys I become friends with first – guys who are sort of cute, not intimidating at all. The type of guy who becomes more attractive the longer you know them. The type that grows on you. Nice guys. Regular guys who are even-keeled and sweet, or at least seem that way for the first several months until the bad things start floating up to the surface. I like that – I like nice guys. But once… just once… I wanted to have one of the hot ones.

the girl mutters and they laugh again. "Seriously, girls don't even look at me. Just look at the beauty on Rico's lap. First, it was Carlos then Rico, what about me? " he exaggeratedly cries throwing his hand up, and I find him amusing. I'm always surrounded by serious men and women. Most of them won't even laugh at something funny, sometimes it's good having positive energy in the room. Well, what if he is serious about girls not looking at him? It can't be, because he is attractive too. He might not be as hot as the twins but he is cute.

It’s possible that I might die from this ache in my heart. But I can’t help that he’s cute, he’s tall and he has perfect teeth. He’s the perfect mix of the right amount of handsome and subtle. He’s not overly pretty, he has cute ugly moments. He’s not those annoyingly beautiful men they put on magazine covers. And I love that he’s an actual human. He’s not the cliché high school jock. A pretty boy that is only required to breathe and he will be given the world. I hate people that celebrate beautiful people for doing the bare minimum.

I approached him again, a little less nervous this time. “Excuse me,” I said, finally not squeaking it out. He paused for a while and slowly looked at me. Since I was not basking in my nervousness this time, I had the chance to examine his face. Unsurprisingly, he’s the 5th attractive guy here. He had sharp eyes, but his plump cheeks made it look innocent. His facial features were sharp and intimidating, but the plump areas of his face made him look soft. He radiates power and masculinity, but he’s also delicate and charming. Every feature fits him perfectly, and it’s mesmerizing. He had a face of a mature baby.

Perplexed, Alice blinked and asked, “Really? Is this the current fashion?” “It is, indeed. It’s also prevalent nowadays to date men that are younger then you.” “Oh…” Alice said, looking at her blankly. Rita then told Alice about the latest dating trends and what the pretty and cool boys were all about. She said seriously, “Pretty boys, in general, are the kind of cute boys who are more considerate, gentle, and caring. Then there are the cool boys, who are more dominant but care about their girlfriends as well.”