Flirtatious Comebacks Novels & Stories

I retorted. "Hmm, oh come on, that isn't a compliment, you mean I look pant soaking handsome," He smirked. I was taken aback by his words and I blushed. He has been speaking dirty too and flirting with me whenever he could. I needed to see the doctor concerning the situation I was going through lately.

I huffed seeing him infront of me . " Fuck woman .. you're looking so hot today .. god ! Now I know why I am sweating like a pig .. it's all because of your fire like hotness which is making my body sweaty " he said ... Ohhhh god help him in his flirting ways .. because he is too poor in it . " Ewww you sweaty man , stay away from me ! " I said playfully .. and his face turned red .. aww he is cute .. Hahahaha I laughed .. he also joined me our laughter grabbed lot of guests attention on us .. as I best in ignoring so , I ignored it and started to walk towards my targets ..

Such an idiot he is that he can't understand your way of flirting; wait for another guy. Yeah. And another guy is coming here. Ok, relax! Amanda no stupid questions just go with the flow. The guy approaches me first and uttered, "hey! You look beautiful." And he winked. Just do what he did, copy him. He flirted with you, and you just have to copy him. "Hey! You look beautiful too!" and to my undeserved surprise, I winked. Hey! Not a perfect wink, remember I'm new at this? Just a movement of my eyelids, but he didn't reply and as much to my surprise he also walked away with redness on his face!

My lips became swollen and red. “You are becoming my addiction. Do you know?” he said. “You are crossing the limit, “ I replied. “ That is your mistake, why are you so tempting,” he asked. “ Now, I understand why you have girls following in college? You are a big flirt” I said in an angry tone. “ I don’t know how to flirt but for you, I can become anything” he smiled. I can’t win with him with words. So I want to divert the topic.

"You are my baby" "stop flirting with me" "when did I flirt with you?" he smiled innocently. I kicked him on his leg and he groaned in pain and luckily no one noticed. "why would you do that?" he asked "what?" I asked "kicked me" he replied "when did I kicked you?" and now it was my turn to smile innocently. "You will pay for it" he said playfully. "Let's see" I said and showed him my tongue. "you are cute" he said.

He shrugged. I wonder what's with him now. We were fine yesterday. “Are you okay?” “What?” He looks puzzled by my question. “I know you heard me.” I imitated his voice He chuckled. “using my words on me now, are we?” “Yes, you think you are the only one who always has a snarky comeback? I do too.” “Well my dear, your comebacks are lame.” I held my hand to my heart, faking a gasp. “Are you calling me lame? I am the most interesting person you'll ever have the chance of knowing in your life.”

he replied. I gasped. "Are you trying to flirt with me?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "It depends." he replied. "Pardon!" I exclaimed, making air quotes. "It depends on what?" I asked. "What is your definition for flirting?" he asked, standing up and moving closer to me. "I'm leaving, Mr Okorie." I said, raising my voice higher than usual, he mimicked my words and then chuckled. What was actually wrong with this guy?

"Come on, fire back. I love it when you get all sarcastic and feisty. It's like foreplay." "Foreplay? In your dreams, asshole." I met his gaze defiantly, my sarcasm sharpening like a blade. "If this is your idea of seduction, no wonder Rebecca and the others stick around—they must be as masochistic as you are sadistic. Or maybe they're just pitying the poor guy who can't take a hint."

“You always this calm when your system’s being hijacked?” I shrugged. “Panic’s inefficient.” He laughed quietly, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.” “Flattery will get you nowhere.” “That wasn’t flattery.” “Then you’re terrible at flirting.” He grinned, setting the cup down. “Who says I’m flirting?” I gave him a flat look. “Gabriel, you flirt with oxygen.” He leaned closer, the grin turning into something quieter. “Maybe. But you’re the only one who breathes it back.”

“I know I’m not bad to look at.” My heart races as his proximity intensifies the butterflies in my stomach. Trying to keep my composure, I retort, “Oh, please. You’re not that great.” He feigns offense, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “Ouch, that hurts,” he says with mock hurt, making me giggle despite myself. Then, he gives me a wink. “Why don’t you give it a try and see for yourself?” I flush at his obvious flirtatious attempts and glare at him. “Pervert...”