Romans & histoires Smiling Sheepishly

He smiled sheepishly at me. “Surprise!!!”

"Your vanishing acts have come to a closing." I hear her sigh in unease before she finally glances up at me with a sheepish expression, her doe-like eyes giving away her anxiety. "Well, hi there, BoyBand," she greets me with a cute wave, unsure of how I'm going to react. "Didn't see you there," she lies to my face, all tensed up.

she says enthusiastically “You are a sophomore right” she asks me, I don’t really want to answer that question but, it sounds stupid, do I only nod my head. “Right?” she asks again, beating the table to call my attention because I am looking at the direction where some girls are giggling “Fuck…yes” I yelp out, mortified she will do something like that knowing the fact that there is a coke on the table, which has spilled to my cloth “sorry” she say, looking at me sheepishly

he muttered, then gave a sheepish smile to me. "Seems I might have lost the bag..." "Oh, fuck me!"

Tyramon smiled, her smile brightening the room, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her radiance. Her eyes, a captivating blend of confidence and humility, held me in their gaze. my heart raced in response. "I'm sorry for coming late," she continued, her voice tinged with guilt, her expression displaying remorse. I smiled reassuringly, wanting to ease any worries she might have. "No, it's no problem at all. I actually just arrived as well," I lied, my sheepish smile mirroring hers. "I wouldn't have wanted to keep such a breathtaking lady waiting for too long."

Ugh! "Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, right. I... I did hear it. I was just... trying to... you know... confirm it. Yep." She stuttered and laughed sheepishly, and I just mocked her, making her look away from my face and letting out a small, shy smile.

He stands straighten on his back removing his dark shade while caressing his beards. "I'm Sheep by name and you?" His name sounds funny. Like what the fuck? Sheep? I tried not to gloat at his name. I only nodded accurately to his words well he was done battering with his words so I just tried to ignored him like a stud of cigarettes but he was hell bent.

she added with a grin, "I smell like sheep." "Get used to it" he muttered morosely.

"What do you call it?" "A total waist(waste) of time," I answered. "Oh my goodness," Fiona laughed out loud, covering her mouth. "I didn't see that coming." I chuckled. "Your turn." "Okay. What do you call a dancing sheep?" She asked. "A dancing sheep?" I asked. Fiona shit her brows up, smiling, while I tried thinking of an answer, but couldn't come up with any. "What?" I asked. "A baaaaaaallerina," she said, imitating the sound of a sheep.

I can sense something is up from the way his eyes were searching my face. “Nothing is wrong, amore,” Ace cleared his throat. He gave me a sheepish smile – which is fairly rare. Ace never smiles shyly. It is either he’s smirking coyly or arrogantly. Whenever he’s with me, he smiles and laughs genuinely but never nervously.