That smirk of his brought out a sense of mischief, of innocent fun, and in that moment it released me. The funny thing is though, I had no idea that I was ever caged.
God you look pleased. I'm so happy for you. Is that a smirk-gasm?
Your smirk ticks every box. It's gorgeous. You're gorgeous.
If there was a world leader board of smirkers, you'd be champion.
Ian was always all about business; deadlines, meetings and schedules. His face was never readable, like he left his emotions on the coffee table before work and scooped them up on the way in. But one day I turned in a way he hadn't anticipated and our eyes met. Him not the blank page he liked to project and me taken aback. After an awkward moment the corner of his mouth twitched into his cheek. It transformed him from someone cold into someone I wished I knew better. Just a smirk. That's how it all began.
I could have walked away had it not been for the smirk. That little rise in the corner of his mouth he was oblivious to combined with the cool detachment in his eyes sealed his fate. Not only had he taken Sasha away from me, it was giving him inner delight. He was savouring the moment. By striking out my cover would be blown, little girls just don't take out mafiya henchmen. So I carried on walking. But before I got to my motorbike I knew when, where and how his sorry little life would end.