His Type

Lillian was sitting at the patio with Princess Peanutbutter, patting her absentmindedly. Her mind was still focused on Lucas' beautiful smile, unable to believe what she had seen. The wretched heart was beating so fast that she was afraid that she was going to have a heart attack.

It was impossible not to think about it. Lucas had a slightly lopsided smile and his eyes sparkled a little when he grinned at her. He usually emitted a strong cold and arrogant aura so seeing him smile felt...nice. As if he was approachable and Lillian could not help admitting it, but really cute. 

Sexy. Cute. Sexy. Ugh!

"What's wrong with me?" She asked herself. She held up the puppy as if it could answer her.

"Peanut, am I nuts?" Lillian asked. "Why am I feeling so happy to see him smile? And why can't I decide if it was a cute or sexy smile? Am I crazy?"

"Woof!" the puppy barked.