The smile faded and his expression became ardent.
Relief brought a smile to her lips.
The smile broadened, including the dimple.
The smile warmed his eyes.
His smile was sardonic, yet his eyes held a glint of humor.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
A smile of joy and satisfaction lit up her eager face.
The smile faded from his face.
That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.
The smile returned to his lips.
Her smile was wry as she gazed up at his face.
When it came back to her face, a slow smile erased the creases between his brows.
That sweet chocolate gaze softened and a smile touched the corners of his mouth.
A wry smile twisted his lips, his gaze faintly annoyed.
His smile was smug.
You finally learned how to smile again.
His smile was dry, but his eyes twinkled with mirth.
On his way to the aunt he bowed to the little princess with a pleased smile, as to an intimate acquaintance.
His lips held a faint smile and his eyes twinkled.
The smile of pleasure never left his face.
His mouth twisted in that wry smile again.
He looked about him with a smile which did not leave his face.
His smile was relieved.
Prince Andrew smiled as he looked at his sister, as we smile at those we think we thoroughly understand.
When she glanced at him, he was eyeing her, a wry smile twisting his lips.
They did not smile nor did they frown, or show either fear or surprise or curiosity or friendliness.
His smile was strained.
Pierre was so used to that smile, and it had so little meaning for him, that he paid no attention to it.
"Nothing," she said with a smile and then hugged Lisa.
She greeted them with a big smile, hugging each of them as if they were old friends she hadn't seen in a decade.
Pierre hid his face, from which a faint smile forgot to fade though his features now expressed horror and fear.
She would turn her head, smile, and act as though she had heard what was said.
Tammy half skipped and hopped down the hall, throwing a shy smile over her shoulder at Lisa before disappearing into a doorway.
A wry smile briefly touched his lips.
Then his face engaged in a smile that created little wrinkles around his eyes and grooves in his cheeks.
His face expressed more satisfaction with himself and those around him, his smile and glance were brighter and more attractive.
When she had finished, she stepped aside and stopped at the door with a smile on her face.
When she glanced up at him, even his smile was reassuring.
The smile came slowly, warming his eyes - touching them with humor.
His smile broadened until the dimple appeared.
She rose with the same unchanging smile with which she had first entered the room--the smile of a perfectly beautiful woman.
Carmen's smile was wry.
Giddon returned to his place on the couch, his eyes twinkling with humor and the slightest suggestion of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Her smile for him was the same as for everybody, but sometimes that smile made Pierre uncomfortable.
In the middle of a dull and halting conversation, Helene turned to Pierre with the beautiful bright smile that she gave to everyone.
The expression of that base and cringing smile, which Pierre knew so well in his wife, revolted him.
Helene answered with a smile that she too had missed it.
Prince Andrew smiled now the same happy smile as then when he had looked into her eyes.
A slow smile spread over his mouth and spilled into his eyes.
Alex's mouth twisted into a wry smile and the dark eyes that sought hers held a trace of humor.
She rarely smiles; indeed, I have seen her smile only once or twice since I came.
The stupid smile, which had left his face while he was speaking, reappeared.
Dolokhov looked round but did not say anything, nor did the mocking smile on his lips change.
As they approached the house, Prince Andrew with a smile drew Pierre's attention to a commotion going on at the back porch.
She looked at her and gave her alone a special smile in addition to her usual smile as hostess.
A smile of pleasure never left Natasha's face.
Seeing that smile, Rostov involuntarily smiled himself and felt a still stronger flow of love for his sovereign.
Apparently he found what he was looking for, because a smile touched the corners of his mouth and his eyes warmed.
He was watching her, a wry smile on his face and an amused twinkle in his eyes.
His bright smile with the two missing front teeth faded as he realized they were leaving without her.
Felipa looked to be in her early twenties and had a sunshine smile that made Carmen feel welcome.
The smile faded from his lips and he motioned for Jonathan to join him.
He tried to smile but could not: his smile expressed suffering, and he silently kissed her hand and went out.
"Now the fun begins," thought Anatole, sitting down with a smile beside the old prince.
She gave him her most fetching smile and stepped out of the hallway.
Be the kindhearted man you always were, she said, trying to smile though tears were in her eyes.
The prince asked her about her father, and she began to smile and talk.
When Carmen's gaze returned to Dulce, the woman had a smug smile on her lips.
"I will, your excellency," said Timokhin, showing by his smile that he understood his commander's wish.
Natasha on one side was talking with Sonya and Boris, and Vera with a subtle smile was saying something to Prince Andrew.
When there were quarrels, his kindly smile and well-timed jests reconciled the antagonists.
Oh, she is certainly the most charming woman in the world, she went on, with a smile at her own enthusiasm.
And the same mischievous smile lingered for a long time on her face as if it had been forgotten there.
Nicholas turned with a tender smile on his face.
A blissful bright smile was fixed on the baby's broad face with its toothless open mouth.
The princess pondered awhile with a thoughtful smile and her luminous eyes lit up so that her face was entirely transformed.
Every time he looked at his bare feet a smile of animated self-satisfaction flitted across his face.
Anatole answered the Frenchwoman very readily and, looking at her with a smile, talked to her about her native land.
Every face bore almost the same smile, expressing unseemly thoughts about the women.
His response was a warm smile.
Sarah turned to Lisa with a smile.
She suppressed a smile.
His smile became saturnine.
She did not sit down but looked at him with a contemptuous smile, waiting for the valet to go.
Natasha repeated with a smile of pity at her friend's lack of comprehension.
She forced a smile.
"I prefer," he said with a smile.
"After seven, sleepy head," she said with a smile.
Still feeling the sobering effects of that cool regard, she forced a smile.
His gaze sought Carmen and the sides of his mouth turned up in a warm smile.
His mouth twisted into a wry smile.
"Maybe it's even nicer inside," She said with a forced smile.
She gave him a coy smile.
His mouth twisted into a bitter smile.
She gave him a sarcastic smile.
Alex treated him to a wry smile.
As she passed a neighbor boy, he waved at her, his two missing front teeth displayed in a sweet smile.
His lips twisted into a wry smile.
His mouth twisted into what might have passed for a smile.
Far from the grouchy expression he had put on at the beginning of the ride, now his eyes flashed with humor, and his lips were twisted in a friendly smile.
His mouth twisted into a sardonic smile.
When her gaze returned to Lisa, her features softened into a warm smile.
She lifted her purse, forcing a smile.
How could she blame him for wanting to smile?
Giddon looked completely relaxed, right down to his lazy smile.
His mouth twisted in a sardonic smile.
A smile was plastered on his dark face, but it didn't reach the smoldering eyes.
Allen swaggered over to the pool, a conceited smile on his handsome face.
His smile was so disarming that she couldn't help smiling back.
He studied her face with mocking eyes, and his mouth twisted into a humorless smile.
She squirmed and gave him a bright smile.
Sarah's smile broadened until it crinkled her eyes.
He studied her over the rim of his reading glasses, and his eyes warmed with a smile.
She favored him with a bright smile.
The idea made her smile.
So what made you smile that way?
Hopefully, her smile wasn't as strained as it felt.
This time Lisa's smile was genuine.
A wry smile twisted his face, but the eyes softened.
Angry as she was, she couldn't suppress a smile.
The blue ice melted with warmth and a slow smile twisted his lips in an attractive way.
The smile melted from her lips and her body chilled.
A slow smile came to his lips.
He was rewarded with an adoring smile.
She leaned back on the couch instead, trying to reassure him with a weak smile.
In fact, the thing she found most attractive about Brandon was his smile.
A sardonic smile twisted his thin-lipped mouth.
His smile was lopsided.
The gray eyes held a glint of something more than humor, but his lips twisted into a satirical smile.
His smile lacked sincerity.
His smile turned sour.
The smile slid off his face.
Something in his innocent boyish smile and the way he moved - so deliberate, even graceful.
Brandon nearly choked on his tea, and Mrs. Marsh stared at her plate, not completely hiding a smile.
Brandon met her gaze, and his somber expression finally melted into a smile.
His smile was sour.
She glanced up as a figure approached, and her smile was genuine.
I don't know how the ranch ever saw a spring without your sunny smile.
He lowered the glasses and met her gaze, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Pete laughed and even Davis had to smile.
His smile was disarming.
After an awkward silence, she glanced up at him with a mischievous smile.
His was a smile that reached the eyes, where a spark of guarded humor glimmered.
Royce's hostile expression slowly faded into a sheepish smile.
An idea brought a mischievous smile to her lips.
He gazed up at her with a wry smile.
Bordeaux's eyes twinkled and a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He gave her a wry smile.
Cassie had to smile when Bordeaux positioned himself in a spot less than ten feet from her and pretended to settle down for the night.
His admiring gaze sent a smile to his lips.
Cassie couldn't help but smile at the way Darcie described her fellow gender.
He glanced at Charlie, barely containing a smile.
He glanced at her and a wry smile twisted his mouth.
He gave that little twisted smile again.
She poured a cup of coffee and delivered it to him - along with a cheerful smile.
For a second she thought he was going to smile.
The answer came to her so quickly that it brought a smile to her lips.
If only he would smile with something besides his eyes.
His eyes expressed approval and the thin lips twitched in what she had grown to accept as a smile - fleeting as it was.
She tried to smile cheerfully as she looked at him over one shoulder.
She glanced up at his tortured face and had to smile.
His eyes crinkled and a smile played at the corners of his mouth.
Her rosebud mouth curved into a smile that never reached her eyes.
His features twisted into what might have passed for a wry smile.
Her smile broadened into a grin as she reached for the cat.
How sad that his smile was so rare.
Do you realize that's the first time I've ever seen you smile?
You have a lovely smile.
The smile was replaced by a surge of color as he jerked the barn door open.
A mental picture of Cade shopping for such items brought a smile to her lips.
He shook his head, a wry smile twisting his lips.
It was the first time she saw him break down and indulge in a heart felt smile.
She gazed up at him, completely disarmed by his smile, and yet somehow proud that she had been the one to put it there.
And the way you faced everything with a smile.
His face softened into a smile that invaded his eyes.
He met her gaze and his eyes warmed, his lips giving in to a smile.
His smile came slow now, but it came more frequently.
It began with a glance as we passed each other the first time, a smile the next two or three laps, and then a pretend rest stop.
"I hope you don't mind mice," Quinn said with a smile as he showed us a small room behind the kitchen.
Betsy was alone on the porch but as we approached, Martha opened the screen door, her arm around a frail looking man, about five-seven, who wore an off-center toupee and a fragile smile.
"I don't mean to sound morose," he said with a smile.
If Howie was stunned he didn't show it as he pulled off his toupee with a smile.
My smile disappeared when I saw Howard Abbott on the sofa, his head in his hands.
"I smell coffee," she said with a smile.
He rubbed his eyes and a smile broke across his face.
"Get back in shape and run another one," she answered with a smile.
You wouldn't have to make a big deal out of; like seeing a flying saucer, I added with a smile.
It seemed to me we were all on edge, especially Howie who, aside from a smile and a few words, stayed out of our limited conversations.
He woke abruptly, a smile blossoming on his face.
He added with a smile, "You know my feelings on this entire game."
"You mean my scrambled brain waves," Howie said with a smile.
The entire session lasted barely ten minutes before he awoke a smile on his face.
Martha wiped her eyes and tried to smile.
Betsy stepped from the shower, all pink as a posy and wearing only a smile.
I could almost hear the smile in his voice.
Then he added with a smile in his voice, You two are working late together.
She was taller than Howie but rail thin and possessed an engaging smile, long blond hair and arresting blue eyes.
She glided over to Howie's side and grasped his hand while he maintained a nervous smile.
His face brightened to a smile.
The smile dropped as quickly as it had appeared.
She seemed nervous and her open smile was less in evidence, unless speaking of her daughter.
Molly's smile lit up the yard.
The three left for the school office; Betsy, with a slight smile on her face, Molly looking excited and Julie wondering if she was dead man walking.
She asked, a smile in her voice, "How's the weather in Idaho?"
She looked up with a smile as Betsy met me with a kiss.
"I can't have you working for free," I said with a smile.
Betsy asked with a smile.
"Hi," she said with a slight smile.
We both managed a smile at our mutual concern.
He had Papaw's face, with wrinkles around his eyes and a kind smile.
His small smile was kind, his bright eyes unblinking.
"Still under five seconds," she said with a sultry smile.
He gave a cunning smile as she tensed.
Toni saluted him with a smile and jogged to his car.
"Definitely," Dusty said with a trace of a smile.
"Hi Bianca, I'm Jenn," she said with a quick smile.
Tell me about yours, Jenn said with a smile.
Dusty fought back an amused smile.
A slight man with white hair, velvety green eyes, and a fatherly smile stood in the middle of the kitchen.
"I doubt that, Darian," she said, holding back a smile.
"You don't believe that," she said with a faint smile.
"I don't think I can heal your soul, Dusty," she said with a small smile.
"You know where I'll be," she said, a smile pulling up one side of her mouth.
Her smile widened, and she walked away into the living room.
"You're good," Dusty answered with a faint smile.
"Happy to help," Toni said with a wide smile.
She looked up at him with a curious smile.
He was tall and lanky with a huge smile and close-spaced eyes that seemed more soulful than his youthful looks warranted.
She gave him a puzzled smile and reached out to take the phone he held out.
A smile escaped despite Jenn's wariness, and the model held out a manicured hand.
"I'll leave you here," Jenn said with a smile.
Sofia gave a faint smile and held out her hand, palm up.
She shoved the phone in her pocket and forced herself to smile as she faced Jonny, who'd been in training since shortly after she awoke.
"I can do that," Jimmy said, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"They'll come to me, my friend," the devil replied with a small smile.
The devil's smile grew as his cold eyes took all of them and settled on Bianca's necklace.
"Now, you have a choice to make," the devil said with a calm smile.
Dusty braced himself and turned to face the grandfatherly figure with a smile and emerald eyes standing in the corner.
His gut twisted at the idea of never again seeing her bright smile, holding her, smelling her sweet scent.
"Sure," she said, forcing a smile.
Dusty struggled not to smile then released it with a chuckle.
His smile turned to another chuckle.
Her smile lit up his day.
"This one," Jule said with a broad smile.
He let a rare smile cross his face.
"Oh, Sean," she said with a smile.
She'd barely met Sean's gaze and her smile was hesitant.
He looked small in the middle of the foyer, and he wore an insincere smile like he might any other piece of easily removable clothing.
Allowing a smile to escape, Yully pulled the necklace free.
"Ah," Damian said with a tight smile.
She propped her chin on his chest and looked up at him with a smile.
"I'm not lucky enough to die," he said with a faint smile.
"I understood," he replied with a smile.
"You aren't alone in that," she said with a small smile.
"You're too weak to fight him," she said, a smile tugging up the corner of her mouth.
Jenn forced a smile on her face.
Her smile was quick and warm, her brown eyes dancing.
"Just fighting for a higher cause," Jule said with a smile.
He carried on with Bianca like the sister she now was, and Jule couldn't help feeling a sense of gratitude towards the small woman with the quick smile, warm gaze, and healing energy.
"I'll let you two fight this out," Jule said with a smile.
She was in the kitchen with Bianca and looked up with a smile when he entered.
"Lookin' good, brother," Damian said with a smile.
She couldn't help her smile.
"It wasn't the last time," he said with a small smile.
The assassin gave a trace of a smile, closed his eyes, and disappeared.
"Thank you," she said with a faint smile.
He left to the kitchen, and her smile faded.
"You'll turn into a princess," he said with a cold smile.
"You know me too well," Jule said with a smile.
"Yes, ikir," Jule replied with a smile, amused.
The slow smile, the one that made her shiver, spread across his face.
The Other on the other side of the monument watched with a cold smile, his gaze traveling upwards.
"His mate," Xander said with his slow smile.
"Home," he said with a slow smile.
Jule waited patiently, a smile crossing his face as he took her in.
Sofi repeated with a smile.
He amuses me, Sofi said with a smile.
At Bianca's sunny smile, Yully could see the woman cheerfully helping the injured.
Bianca gave him a disapproving look that quickly melted into a smile.
You claimed me the first time you touched me, he said with a smile.
Damian asked with an easy smile.
I just smile pretty.
He flashed a smile and strode from her cube.
"I'm okay," she said, forcing a smile.
"Sorry about that," the young mother said, flashing a smile.
Han's brother Laney, one of Damian's oldest Guardians and the station chief for NOVA sector, leaned in the doorway to the main house with a smile.
His frame was slight, his hair silvered, his smile fatherly.
He hid a smile as Rainy turned to him.
"Nothing like that," he assured her with a small smile.
A slow, languid smile crossed his features, one that made her body flush and ache for him.
And I'm willing if you're willing, he said with a smile that set her blood alight.
And he smiled, a cold smile that did not reach the death in his eyes.
Dusty shook his head, though Damian saw his faint smile.
A slow, cold smile spread across his face.
Han stayed with her, not moving until two Guardians—a raven-haired man with a quick smile and a brooding blond—approached.
"The winter's better here than Europe, I imagine," he said with a smile.
She sneaked a look at his face, surprised to see the warm smile there as he read through her notes.
"I know where I am," she said with sleepy stubbornness that made him smile.
She looked at him with a coy smile before approaching.
A smile flickered across his face and turned into a laugh.
"How … interesting," she said with a forced smile, looking at her in reproof.
Claire rose, the smile freezing on her face as she faced Sofia.
Sofia forced her own smile, noticing how Claire's gaze swept over her as if she were an uninvited insect in her bedroom.
He shook hands with Damian, a small smile on his chiseled features.
Pierre greeted her with an approving smile that buoyed her.
The first man was in his prime, and his eyes crinkled in a genuine smile when he clasped hands with Dustin.
Linda flashed her a strained smile that made her feel welcome for the first time in a week before the pretty brunette gave the blond man, Lon, a hug and kiss.
"More or less," she said with a smile.
"No, you're not," Sofia answered with a smile.
"I guess I'd never thought of that," Linda admitted, a smile pulling up the corners of her mouth.
The warmth of his smile was not lost on her, and she thought about what Linda had said about him.
She hid a smile at the look on Linda's face.
Linda called, flashing a smile.
"That he will," Traci said with a small smile.
He flashed a wide smile at Pierre, who lifted his chin and nudged her forward.
"Dusty said I'd like you," he said with a smile.
Jule bristled suddenly, the smile disappearing as his face turned predatory once again.
Fear swept through her, and he offered a tight smile.
Dusty's gaze was on the ground, his smile partially hidden while Jule's amusement was less discreet.
Damian couldn't help his smile at the words.
"I don't hold you responsible," Damian said with a smile.
Jule asked with a warm smile.
He gave a fatherly smile and approached her, holding his hand out, palm up.
Darkyn gave a slow smile.
His chilling smile did nothing to make his statement more tolerable.
A cunning smile crossed his face.
The predatory smile crossed his face.
The blond deity with multi-hued eyes and a quick smile was dressed for a dressage event, complete with helmet and crop.
He offered a small smile, not nearly as large as the one he'd given her the day he gave her the advice that ended up condemning her.
Wynn's smile was fleeting.
The slow smile she distrusted spread across Darkyn's face.
She glanced back over her shoulder to see Darkyn standing where she left him, hands clasped behind his back, watching her with the cold smile that told her there was more going on than she suspected.
His cold smile scared her, until he spoke.
"I win this round," Darkyn said, a faint smile on his face.
Deidre shook her head, a smile slipping free.
A slow smile spread across Darkyn's face.
She blushed, smile on her face.
She gave him another smile and turned away, retreating through the black portal.
His tone made her smile despite her anxiety.
His smile didn't reach his gaze but revealed fangs the size of Darkyn's.
Past-Death's smile was puzzled.
Past-Death's smile faded.
She had forgotten not to smile and to keep her lips closed together.
"Without a doubt," he said with a cold smile.
She nudged his chin, partially to keep him from seeing her smile.
His slow, cunning smile was not what she wanted to see.
Selyn's smile was lopsided because of the unresponsive, scarred half of her face.
She told him the news and all the sunshine left the old man's smile.
She possessed a head of coal black hair, tied in a single braid that extended below her waist, dark eyes, and a smile that lit up the room.
When Dean first introduced himself, the young lady continued with her engaging smile until it became obvious she had no idea what he was saying—even after he sputtered the half-dozen words of Spanish he knew.
The smile never left Maria's face.
It was a beautiful smile that caused Dean to wonder what life the young girl had left behind.
All you have to do is smile a lot and go kiss some babies.
Cynthia forced a smile.
Martha scooted around them leaving Cynthia to try and hide her concern with a false smile as she led the quarrelsome foursome into the dining room with a plate of pastry.
When Dean saw the flashing lights behind him he was startled until he recognized the white Chevy Blazer, the sheriff's car, and his reaction turned from concern to a smile.
"I thought you were Jake Weller," Dean said with a smile.
The smile was not returned.
"No. I guess she's just a natural-born bitch," he muttered, earning a frown from Cynthia and a smile from Martha.
Cynthia used Martha's smile to pursue the reason for their questioning.
Martha signed the dollar bill with a hint of a smile.
That takes guts," Dean said, then added with a smile, "So goodie little Cynthia used to get her bum-bum paddled, huh?"
There was a hint of a smile and a roll of her eyes at Fred's pun.
Then she added, her slight smile fading, "Maybe we can teach him to sing—if he has a reason to."
Even ever-smiling Maria, the newly hired helper, put her smile on hold and looked ready to cry.
But the smile disappeared quickly when he came face to face, not with Jake Weller, but Lieutenant Fitzgerald.
Pumpkin looked at the picture of Randy Byrne, one leg up on a boulder, an I-own-the-world smile on his young face and Jen smiling at him with a look of love.
Dean stood up and held her close so she couldn't see his cheering smile.
"So who's the 'gold-digging bitch'?" he asked with a smile.
"It always amazes me," Cynthia said with a sigh and a smile, "when we leave the pavement, it's an entirely different world.
"Just poking around," Cynthia answered, trying a smile that wasn't returned.
Another woman, a very tall blond, stood a few paces back, a smile on her face, watching the old man.
Dean's question was met with a smile and a kindergarten finger to Fred's shushing lips.
He missed the small girl and her shy smile a hundred times a day.
Both smile and nod were returned.
Dean asked with a smile.
Cynthia returned, a warm smile on her face as she stood in the doorway.
She turned away from Dawkins, and with a forced smile at Pumpkin and Westlake, left the porch.
Cynthia glanced over at her husband, a smile on her face.
He turned, shocked to see the woman standing behind—and nearly above—him, a smile on her face.
. . she said with a smile as she bent down to pat a frisky parader who'd pulled free of his mistress's leash.
The woman owned the variety store and was never without a smile and a good word.
Smile and toss 'em to the crowd.
"Stand up in back and smile a lot," Fred said as he hopped into the passenger side.
"Just smile a lot and keep tossing that stuff—especially to the kids whose parents vote," Fred said.
She reached over, extending her hand to Cynthia, a wide smile on her face and a little kid look that said she was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of the upcoming trip.
"'Cause they're stupid," Charlie said with a smile.
Fred O'Connor banged into the room with a look-ma-no-cavities smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?" she asked with neither smile nor snarl.
Dean said, a smile on his face.
"I see Ginger is back," she said with a smile as they sat.
Dean asked, drawing a smile from the matronly jailer.
When told Patsy Boyd was traveling alone, Fred nodded with a knowing smile.
Standing there, a nervous smile on her face, stood Martha Boyd.
Martha, dressed exactly as she had been when she'd left, clutched her new suitcase while the barest hint of a smile graced her pretty face.
"I may even vote for you myself!" she said with a smile as they rolled forward.
Westlake gave a hint of a smile.
It brought a further smile to the old man's face.
"Wynn. Nice to see you again," she said with a cool smile.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" past-Death's smile was genuine.
"I mean everyone," he said with a smile.
"She used my magic to seal your deal, just as you used Gabriel's to seal yours," he said with a slow smile.
Darkyn's smile was chilling.
"I'll assume that's a yes," he said with a faint smile.
Her concentration was on the clothes, and he tried not to smile as she spent a minute petting a sweater.
The Immortal offered a polite smile.
His French accent rolled off his deep voice in a way that made her smile.
He didn't smile this time but sipped his tea, eyes on her.
Andre's patient smile reminded him of how there was a time when he never would've considered asking for such a favor.