Romans & histoires Wry Grin

He pulled back and smiled up at Wren. Wren’s cheeks were dark. Air puffed out in thin clouds and dissipated into the air. His breathing was uneven, but there was a small smile on his face. “Was that all right?” Jackson asked. Wren’s grin grew along with the warmth in his eyes. “Yeah. It was.”

"What is it like?" A grin formed on his face.

He looked at me with a wide grin, it wasn’t warm, it was feral, possessive…cruel. “Oh, I know.”

Kir grins down at me. “Deal.”

Riley's voice called from outside, "original flavor, the non-spicy kind, which one are you eating it?" ""Eat, eat, eat! I'Il eat both!". Grace's aggrieved expression immediately changed Her lips curled up into a smile while she nodded her head hard like an adorable dog waiting for it's bone.

He was grinning. What was that supposed to mean?

Although not enough to get drunk. Sam happened to come across the picture. His facial expression ultimately changed from the drab mien it had only been about a second ago. Vertical wrinkles appeared between his eyebrows which lowered and pulled together. His eyelids squinted. His jaws clenched. And he felt absolutely dumb that all of this was happening, but he couldn't help it.

I grinned. TBC

he whispers, making him gulp, "Okay, Grumpy?" — Grumpy's flustered 🤭 Don't forget to vote, comment and follow ❤️

Gently, he squeezed it with his thumb and index finger, playfully forming a pout on her lips. A grin broke out on his face .