Awkward Flirting Novels & Stories

I am his mate, the way he was flirting with that peach or cherry whatever her name is, is unacceptable. Will he be okay with me flirting with Cary? Hah! As if! The man is the most possessive man I have ever seen but yet he didn’t mind laughing with Cherry. The evil idea pops into my head. Although at first, I shake it away but still feeling a tingling in my heart to act it out. After contemplating with the sound of his shower running, I decide to act it out. I know it’s childish but I want to see him, I want to see that same frustration and anger in his eyes.

Pretending that he is flustered as he contemplates his decision. “Well, I might have a FEW ideas.” He straightens up, dropping his drama queen act and swapping back to his usual flirtatious self. He winks at me. I glare back. Why am I more comfortable with his inappropriate commentary than I am when he’s being helpful? Maybe because it’s easy to turn him down when he’s being inappropriate and much harder to sass back at him when he says something that’s actually genuine. “I am telling you right now I am not sleeping with you.” I tell him flatly. Harry rolls his eyes.

Still… irresistible. I didn’t want to be like Heitor, the man I’d criticized so many times. And yet... “I didn’t want to bother you any further. I think I’ve ruined your weekend enough. I promise I won’t be a nuisance. I know how much silence can matter.” “You haven’t bothered me at all. Actually, it was great spending the weekend with someone engaged, committed.” I felt awkward speaking. I’d never been good at flirting. I’d always been shy. “Thank you. You’re very kind,” she replied, her tone different from the night before.

“In the city earlier today, someone knocked into me. It was you or your friend that you were with… Well, at least I thought it was…” “Ahh, yes, you walked into me.” He smiled. “Nooo, I think you walked into me… Have you seen my height?” I used my hands to emphasize my short arsed-ness. He nodded with a laugh, “Yeah, it’s kinda hard not to notice.” Ahh flirting I see. I’m rusty, but I’ll give it a go. #

All my nerves sparkle. “Flirting like a nob. How am I doing?” He buries his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling, then groaning. “Perfect.” My face is flaming, but I don’t care. The embarrassment is secondary to the excitement. Our bond is fizzling. He likes me here. “How do scavengers flirt?” he asks, his voice rough. “Usually, the male chases the female.” “Texts her and stuff like that?” “No. Like chases her.” I wriggle a hand free and run two fingers up his arm like legs.

"Right this moment, there's only one woman I want to see how hot I am, and that's you..." I chuckled softly. "Are we getting hot in here?" I whispered. It sounded a bit clunky and stupid. I was such a freak when it came to flirting. I really didn't know how. But he was so familiar, willing, and this was all so refreshing. I wanted to flirt with him, even if I often felt like I didn't know what I was doing and saying. "Hot and hard," he admitted in an aroused whisper.

“You can’t just walk up and dismiss people because you feel like it.” “I can if the guy’s an idiot.” “You don’t even know him.” “I know enough.” I rolled my eyes. “God, you’re unbelievable.” “And you’re too trusting.” I scoffed softly. “Excuse me?” “He kept pulling you closer every thirty seconds.” “It’s dancing.” “It was flirting.” “So?” I shot back immediately. “People flirt, Kian. That’s normal.” “For him maybe.” I frowned slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” His eyes stayed on mine while we moved slowly through the crowd.

Ashford Flirting is like scoring a goal. No matter how good you are at it, there are still so many things you have to consider for it to actually work. With Christian Thompson, it isn't at all like that. Flirting with him is like gambling. I can say words that'll make his breath come out harsher, make his pretty eyes dilate, and make him swallow roughly. But what I can't do, is make him agree that he even remotely wants to take me up on my offer.

“But you’re sitting with me.” “That’s the sad part.” “You like it,” I say, nudging him again. He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he turns his head, his face just barely inches from mine. “Why do you always flirt with me?” I tilt my head, considering. “Because you’re pretty. And easy to rattle. And... because it’s the only way I know how to talk about the fact that you make this hell feel less like a graveyard.” He stares at me. I stare back.

"Then I suggest you hurry back, pauper. A man of my stature can only hold on for so long." I grin and send him a wink. I'm not sure where this new Lily came from. I've never flirted in my life. Maybe it's the pregnancy, but I've been doing it more and more. Jarek seems to like it, and I guess that's all that matters. ***