Flirtatious Comebacks Novels & Stories

or maybe it did sound like that? Can’t point to it. Still, I’m pretty sure flirting is not my forte. “Was just joking. You don’t have to be so serious.” He leaned back, casual. I let out a slow breath of relief. “But if you wanted to flirt, I wouldn’t mind at all. Such a beauty—I can’t just push away.” He winked. I tried not to smile. Failed miserably. “You’re too smooth,” I muttered, glancing away like it might help slow the heat creeping up my neck.

She pointed at his mouth. "Where? My mouth?" "Haha! Yes. Let's start with your mouth. How about, you stop stuttering when you talk. Haha!" "Jeez! Hahaha!" What was so funny about that? This was low-key, her flirting with him! I can't stand this girl anymore! "Ok Amy, you're funny!" No she is not. Stop lying on her face. You know she is flirting with you! "Well thank you. I'll take that as a compliment."

A voice at her back said. She turned back to see who it was, and she came face to face with a young man with dyed blonde hair with blue and pink highlights. She wanted to ignore and continue on her way but on a second thought, she decided to flirt back. If her calculation is right, Shawn would be down soon with that stupid work partner of his. And what better way to get back at him than to flirt with this young man. “Oh, hi.” She replied, giving him a seductive smile.

“But I am excellent at making charming guesses.” There it was. Flirting. Soft, elegant, almost playful. My spine stiffened a little. “I should probably mention,” I said carefully, “I’m married.” “Then your husband is a lucky man,” he said without missing a beat. I stared at him. That was… unexpectedly graceful. “Thank you,” I said, a little awkwardly. “No need to look so alarmed,” he said gently. “I flirt recreationally, not destructively.” That startled a laugh out of me.

The words, simple yet profound, echoed in the silence of the night. “I missed you too.” Her voice, a gentle whisper, filled the quiet space between them. She leaned in, her gaze meeting his. “You and your annoyance.” she added, her eyes conveying a depth of emotion that words couldn’t express. Chaos smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Are you flirting with me?” he teased, mimicking her earlier playful banter. The playful exchange, filled with lighthearted banter and subtle flirtation, created a sense of intimacy and connection.

“Of course.” “It’s been a couple of lonely nights since I’ve been back in town from a work trip. I was hoping to get a few bottles and hopefully, a fine ass lady to spend the night with.” His lips curve into a sexy smirk and his fingers drum against the table top. He leans toward me, his lips mere inches away from mine. “And you my dear happen to be the finest in the room.” If he wasn’t so cute, I would smack him right in the face for being so outright flirty with me. Unfortunately, he is and unfortunately it works. I laugh and turn my face to the other side, hiding my flushed cheeks from view.

This is just a chat. Me: In case I forgot to say, you looked incredibly gorgeous tonight. Easy-peasy. This is flirting 101. Always compliment their appearance, and you will captivate them. My phone chimed. Anaya: Um... Thank you very much. You looked gorgeous, too. Did she just call me gorgeous? I chuckled as I shook my head. She is so awkward. Me: You’re terrible at this, aren’t you? Haha. Anaya: Hey, at least I am trying, and stop making fun of me.

Grian tilted his head sidewards and grinned. “Of course. I don’t want my boss getting mad at me for not going to work,” she said and cunningly grinned. Grian smirked and nodded his head. “Is this flirting?” he asked directly and she laughed and shook her head. “Oh please, this ain’t enough to be called flirting,” she answered and he smirked.

He assured her, “I’m not going to allow a random bloke to put a helpless woman like yourself under distress. Irrespective of the fact that I find the said woman strikingly attractive.” Emma’s jaw dropped, as color rose to her cheeks. “Are you flirting with me?” In response, he gave her a dazzling smile. “Just speaking my mind,” He shrugged, “I just happen to have a taste for finer things in life.” Giving him a playful smile, she narrowed her eyes, “Flattery won’t help your chances, mister.”

His tone of voice is very flirtatious. “Why’s that?” I ask, immediately figuring he’s going to bust on me for not being a skinny model. “You don’t look like you’re trying to fuck anybody over.” I laugh. “Well, the night is young.” He grins. “You realize I said, ‘You don’t look like you’re trying to fuck anybody over,’ right? ‘Over’ being the key word there.” I immediately blush. I’m not the kind of chick who tosses off the f-bomb in a casual conversation. Especially in a casual conversation with a crazy-hot guy.