Smiling Sheepishly の小説・ストーリー

Obediently like a lamb, I meekly went low on my knees. I looked up at him and he smiled back at me. "Do it," he said to me and touched my head, I bent my head down and slowly touched his lap. I unzipped his trousers while he sat, "Should we do this here? I don't think we should. Like I said, we shouldn't be in a hurry," I muttered and he looked up at me "Oh sorry," A voice said and I looked up with my face flushed pink at the person talking. Harvis adjusted himself a little bit and I stood up. Shyness and embarrassment crept and swallowed my face.

Looks like we don’t have time to stay mad after all. I gave them a sheepish smile. "Guess not."

“I like that he makes you happy.” “Me too,” I whisper. Too happy for words to adequately describe. Her fingers brush my jaw, she runs a thumb over my lips. I tense. “Do you like girls?” “No,” she replies. The space between us vanishes. Her knee presses to mine and I curl against the railing. This is getting awkward real fast. “Why?” “You’re looking at me strange.” She backs away. “You’re a sheep.” “Meh,” I sing, mimicking a sheep to mask my relief at the distance she creates. “Meh. Meh.”

He smiled sheepishly at her and cleared his throat. “Miss Jonnes, do you not remember me anymore?”

I tried not to sound so sheepish. Her smile broadened, “It’s ok, I understand completely. But I do still need to release her from my sway if that’s ok with you.” My cheeks burned as the mortification took root, “Oh my god! I can’t believe how stupid I must’ve looked going all grr arg…”

The minute I shift back I go to her, she looks nervous but still smiles up at me, even though it doesn't reach her eyes. “Little wolf, what is the matter?” I ask, she nibbles her bottom lip, something I noticed she does when she is nervous. I use my thumb to free her lip, she just stares at me “Speak, I don’t like you being quiet” She nods, sighing she pulls me to the side.

The man in question gave her a sheepish smile. And she just knew he had a lot of explaining to do.

he said sheepishly. "Go!" I yelled.

Genevieve mimicked the man, scrunching her nose playfully. The man simply shook his head with a broad smile, a word of his own falling from his lips. "Bahth," He watched the girl's smile grow, a playful grin against her lips before he spoke again. "You sound like a sheep with a misplaced lisp when you say bath," The girl instantly dropped her hand from his, placing a weak hit against his chest, eyes narrowed to a smile, the paper of her skin beneath freckles coated by an innocent, light pink. "It's not my fault you don't know how to pronounce a's,"