Flirtatious Smile Novels & Stories

I ask randomly, pretending to be confused. "Are you really doing this right now? He replies, sounding less upset and wearing his usual bad boy smirk that I had to admit made him look cute. "I like your hair, makes you look cute." I tease childishly, pushing my hands through his hair to mess up his dirty blonde hair. "Are you trying to flirt with or you just teasing me?" he scoffs boredly and I chuckle lightly. data-p-id=d533675dcd05fddb9e1aa9849e64f50c, "Whichever suits you cutie." I reply with am small smile, sucking on my lower lip childishly.

I whispered in her ears, as I took a strand of her hairs in my fingers and started twirling it. I noticed her but she didn't seem to react much. That means she is interested in me. "You don't have a smile on your face? Why so? Give me a chance, baby. You would smile and then, in the bed, you will moan my name asking me to push it more harder," I spoke in a sexy flirtatious tone. She looked at me, as she held my finger. I gave her a sinister smile, but the next moment, I felt a sharp pain in my finger as she twisted it so hard that I felt like it would break.

“Then what must I do to win a beautiful woman like you?” My cheeks flared instantly, burning like I’d been hit with the summer sun. I licked my lips, the heat spreading through my face, and gave him a coy smile. “Okay, since you’re good-looking,” I said, trying to sound flirty but probably just sounding tipsy, “I’ll make it easy for you. But know this—I never make it easy for anyone. It’s just for you, okay?” The guy chuckled, “Sure. I’m lucky, then.”

And this left me giggling at my girl. But then he took his palm and rolled her over and now she was near his ear, and fist was about to release on his cheekbones, "And I have an experience of 11 years in flirting. So be ready, " He said to her with his sarcastic smile to. As she looked at him passing him with a disgusting smile. Which was depicting Fuck Off in her smile. Her smile, is enough for any man to fall. For her. If I go back, i haven seen much of her smiles. Apart from smirk.

“Well, at least I can make you smile.” “I am not smi—” He suddenly leans towards me and I pause midway. A victorious smile appears on his face and he says, “Now, do you think I am still no good at flirting?” I slap and push the front of his face. “If startling women means flirting to you, then I feel bad for the next woman you ‌‌inflict that on.” “Prepare yourself then,” he says and sips on his bottle of whiskey. *******************

"It's a club, Isla. You have to drink." The waiter lingers, subtly intrigued by Sophia's energy. She flashes him a flirtatious smile, tossing her golden-brown waves over her shoulder, and as expected, he eats it up. I watch the exchange with mild amusement until Sophia turns to me, her eyes glinting. "You should try it," she says. "Flirting is fun." I feign a sweet smile. "I'd rather not." She sighs dramatically but lets it go, pulling me in closer. "Okay, at least smile for a selfie."

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.

Sotomayor couldn't stop looking at him flirtatiously. "Smile more?... Like you do all the time... No!... I don't want to look like an idiot." Arrogant and conceited as always. "It's not about that... What I meant is that this tough, sour-faced mafioso look doesn't suit you." She looked him up and down and then bit her lower lip as she smiled flirtatiously, making the brunette feel embarrassed. "You have a nice smile; when you do it, it's like your face lights up, and then..."

" You don't smile a lot so I know real from fake," " But It's real!" I said, perplexed. That was a real one. " Maybe you just don't know my smiles as well as you think," I crossed my arms against my chest as he spoke so fondly of my smiles. " There's the victorious smile, but usually it's always a smirk. The one for Lucas, it's the excitement and most real one, and then, there's Wyatt's smile, the one from the heart, gentle and shy; cheeks burning, butterflies erupting in the belly and pure tenderness and admiration," he explained. Azriel's voice was freaking pure and amazing. Soothing to listen to,

He winks and I hate that he knows each of my buttons and when to press. "Gray that wasn't nice of you. Why didn't you call ?" "I was handling business." He smiles and raise his fork to feed me with it's content. "Missed me ?" He smirks as I eat from his fork. "I didn't." "Pretty little liar." He counts his word and bites his lips. His eyes move to my lips as he smiles. "You look beautiful. I like the dress. Can't wait to take it out." He flirts.