Flirtatious Comebacks Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Horrible.” “What?” I asked. “You sound like a customer service bot,” she said. “I’m answering the question,” I said. “Try this instead,” she said. “Say, ‘Depends… what’s in it for me?’” I stared at her. “I can’t say that.” “Why not?” she asked. “He’ll think I’m joking,” I said. “Good,” she said. “Joking is allowed. Joking is your cover. You tease, he teases back. That’s how you open space for flirting without feeling naked.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and started speaking in a low voice “ do you want me to do what is currently going inside that playful mind of yours? Or do you want me to do what is going inside playful mind of mine?” Looks like I won the play as his cheeks suddenly turned red as he started coughing out of embarrassment. Giggling I pulled away she he started rubbing back of his neck in embarrassment “ i never knew you could flirt like that?” Smirking I replied “ I was just playing around a little“ “ haha very funny” he said in a sarcastic tone “ it Is actually” I am kind of liking his shy and irritated side epically because I am the reason behind those two “ now can I go to Grace?” I asked

he repeated with a flirtatious expression “Noted “ I nodded “Come on, are you going to pretend you don’t miss me too” his smile was cocky “Do I? “ I sassed Sometimes, I surprised myself with the comebacks I gave Vitali. I was getting a whole lot bolder “Yes you do” he whispered close to my ears, slipping next to me on the bench I sent him a glare as a response I found it funny how he always found the nerve to speak to me like he hadn’t done me any wrong “Come on baby “ his hot breath fanned my neck

I managed a smile from my side as well. “You don’t seem like a recruit,” he stepped closer. “Oh, no I’m not a recruit. I-” I paused. What should I say? I live here? I’m with Asher? I’m Asher’s mate? Shit. Shit. Shit. “I see. You look nice,” he pointed out. Is he flirting with me? “Thank you,” I said, “So do you,” When someone compliments me I just have to compliment them back or else I feel rude. Aside from the fact he was actually looking good, that’s the main reason.

I said and I was laughing hard. He was surprisingly funny, not the cheesy kind either. His sarcasm matched mine and his comebacks were sharp, and just… clicked. He wasn’t overly pushy like I thought he’d be. He was just confident and comfortable in his skin. And honestly, I liked that. I was really enjoying myself with him. “You’re trouble,” I said after our second round “So are you.” He leaned in and then winked at me, making my giggle softly. We flirted without even trying. The looks, the pauses, the way he casually brushed his fingers against mine when handing me my glass… it was all electric and effortless.

Me: I think so too! I tap a finger against my chin, nervous about my following message, even though it's silly. Me: I saw your game, by the way! You were great! Lionel: Oh yeah? Did you watch the entire thing? Me: Yes! It was awesome! Lionel: The game or my juicy ass in my tight pants? I laugh at his message. I'm blushing, and I usually would deny looking at his damn ass, but he played well. So this time, I will just flirt back because he deserves to be in a good mood.

Her dark brown hair was styled perfectly, and she wore a simple white blouse and tailored pants. She looked up as we approached, and I saw the moment recognition hit her features. "Ayra Smith," she said, her voice carrying that model-like cheeriness. "I heard you were making a comeback." "Rina." I kept my voice neutral, polite. "Congratulations on your engagement." "Thank you." Her smile was sharp as a blade. "Callum is wonderful. It's so nice to have someone who truly supports your career, isn't it?" The dig was subtle but clear. Unlike your ex-husband, who made you give up everything.

her eyebrows were raised as she always does whenever she was bitching on me. I held my ground and scoffed mockingly, "Do I look like I care about ruining your rebound time?" Her arrogant poise instantly fade after that as she straighten her body and looked at me in surprise with my rebut. Clearly, she wasn't expecting it. "What did you say?" I rolled my eyes, "Don't tell me you are becoming deaf? I said I don't give a damn ruining your rebound time." "What the hell are you say—" "What?" I cut her off. "Aren't you a rebound? Look at yourself, pushing yourself with the man who just had a misunderstanding with his girl, hoping that you'll be the next affair, hmm?"

I had no right to feel this angry, this jealous. The waitress winked before walking away. I exhaled slowly, pressing a hand to my temple. “She’s bold.” He looked up at me, his expression unreadable. “She’s just being nice.” “Is that what you call it?” I said before I could stop myself. His brow arched slightly. “What would you call it?” I stared at the condensation on my glass. “Flirting.” He leaned back, folding his arms. “And that bothers you because…?”

He got me for a second, I forgot how to be smug. "Okay, Shakespeare. That was almost impressive." Do you flirt with every girl like this or am I just special "Depends," he said, stepping a little closer. "Is it working "Careful," I warned, lips twitching. "Flatter me too much and I might think you're serious."He smiled."Challenge accepted," Liam said, still wearing that annoyingly good smile. For once, I didn't have a comeback ready. Which was infuriating. The silence stretched—just long enough to feel like something could happen between us. Maybe become friends.