she knows his kind
The easy smile, the twinkling blue eyes, the body fit and tempting all meant a man just out of her reach. But she knew his kind. He was the exact kind who would never look her way unless he was having a bad day. And he was the kind who never had a bad day.
Unless it was today.
She knew he was having a bad day. Why else would he turn those eyes of ocean towards her, his lips curved up into that beckoning smile?
“Are you having a bad day?” She couldn’t help but ask.
He lifted an eyebrow but the smile merely widened. “I am not having a bad day,” he assured her.
“So what do you want?” She frowned.
“I want to know what you’re thinking,” he decided.
“You don’t want to know,” she told him.
“Don’t I?” He asked but something in his eyes told her he already knew.
She couldn’t help herself, she had to smile back. Just a little smile, a mysterious and amused curve of her lips.
“I’m thinking that maybe this is turning into a good day,” she ventured, feeling a little bold.
“I was thinking the same thing.”