Your Desired Smile Novels & Stories

I could almost taste the urge to grab his face and kiss him like it was our wedding night. “Brucha,” I said softly, as if he weren't already locked on me. “Fulfilling your deepest desires is basically my life's purpose right now.” I took a breath. “Would you like me to go on with that?” I layered on the smile, the tilt of my head, the slow blink—every little weapon that could make a man throb, even leak, before a single touch. He gave a small, knowing smile. That was enough for me. Whether he meant it or not, I was taking it as one.

“Before you answer that, wipe that smile off your face. When you smile at her don’t smile so widely like that. you look like a crazy person and secondly a person with a smile like that cant be trusted. You seem too desperate.” She looked at her aunt, but the woman kept her mouth shut. “I want to be a surrogate to get the money and to…” jeez! What the fuck has my life come to. “You don’t answer like that. you give her a small smile like this?” I showed her a shy smile as I played with my fingers looking down at my feet.

I looked up at her with a small frown, “I’m not a clown face, you creep.” “Yes you are,” she argued, “you’ve had a smile permanently glued to your face since you got back this morning and that definitely makes you one.” “You’re just fishing for gossip, we both know that,” I rolled my eyes at her. She didn’t deny my claim, in fact, she proceeded to prove it. “And so? I just happen to know that that wishful smile you walked in with is a sign of nothing other than peak sexual satisfaction, and I need to know the tea!” she clapped, her eyes practically popping out of her head and filled with curiosity.

"I got the appointment three days ago. He snapped his fingers. "So that is the reason." "What reason?" she hesitantly asked in a small voice. "The reason why this office became brighter. You are like a breath of sunshine. You sweet cheeks are so gorgeous, you added colour to this office," he smiled showing off his dimples with a wink. Her eyes widened in surprise. She blushed unknowingly fixing her hair almost as if she didn't believe it. I rolled my eyes. Cole shook his head.

Linda kept me all night, blabbering about Iñigo this and Iñigo that. "There this brightest blue like cool watery ocean blue, and he has green and silver fleck around his orbs. It's just so ugh so sexy — And his hair... His hair, looks so soft and is the color of chocolate... His jawline is so perfect his cheek bones are flawless!" Janeth groaned. My eyes widened at her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips. "Okay Janeth, how about we change the subject, yeah?" "I just can't wait for the ice ball, Sam. I have this sexiest dress that I can't wait for him to see. You do know we have to wear a mask right?" she said, her hazel eyes still wide.

The smile that made its way to my lips disappeared, as soon as it appeared. "I want to be with the man for whom I am his priority, the one who could leave everything for me" No! I can't leave my money for anyone. Not even for her. "And what about looks?" I asked. She chuckled lightly. "Yes, of course, looks are important" A wide smile made its way to my lips again. "But they are not everything you know" What! My lips curved downward. "I want him to be a little humourous so that he can make me smile whenever I am sad. I want him to be a little funky so that he doesn't mind doing crazy things in public just to lift my mood"

Yeah, maybe I did have a resting bitch face. “No one has ever seen you smile,” He spoke, my eyes were glued to the magazine, wishing I could see through it. I wanted to see the man who wanted to hide from me yet had no problem talking to me. “Will you smile for me, Aria?” I was shocked at his question. I couldn’t see him but I heard the smile in his words. A smile. The man wanted a smile. No. He wanted me to smile. For him. I cleared my throat, gripping the straps of handbag tightly as I spoke, “I don’t smile for creeps.”

A welcome change from the damp, expected mustiness. His smile was one of the things that first captured my heart. It wasn't about technical perfection, though the way his dimples winked and his teeth flashed white certainly didn't detract. It was the way it transformed his entire face, crinkling the corners of his eyes with genuine warmth. It held a silent promise of laughter and shared secrets, a spark of joy that was utterly contagious. Somehow, that crinkled-eyed grin managed to disarm even the most guarded defenses, leaving me feeling instantly at ease.

It was the kind of smile you give someone when you've stopped being hurt and started being dangerous. "Of course you will," I responded "You always do,” my smile came out mischievous.

I concluded in my mind that a grumpy boss like Earnest loves me. I couldn’t stop imagining how our lips would meet again. It felt like a spark of electricity, a sensation of something new and exciting. I still imagine we should linger in that moment, savoring the taste of ourselves and the feel of our bodies pressed close. It was a moment I wanted with him. I thrust myself into the bed, turning and tossing myself. I turn to the other side, facing the window. I blinked softly. I can see Earnest's smile lighting up the room, a beaming beacon of joy and happiness. It was a smile that could melt the iciest of hearts—a smile that could make even the grumpiest of souls smile in return. His eyes sp