Flirtatious Smile Novels & Stories

he smirked . I dropped the photo on my Twitter account and returned my phone back in my pocket. Some girls walked towards my direction as they saw me, they giggled . "Hey..."one of them drawed out in a flirting manner . "Hey" I winked at her. She walked seductively towards me and smiled . "I'm..." "You don't have to tell me your name . Looking at you right now tells it all , your name is beauty "I flattered and she blushed really hard.

All they did was reflect continuously on him. On the distracting creases at the edge of his eyes, every time that dashing smile brightened up his features. He was literally handing it out like baked cookies to the ladies around him, and I could tell they enjoyed it. Enjoyed him, and the view of his toned chest from the few buttons undone on his silk shirt. “Flirt,” I muttered under my breath, eyes narrowing as I remembered he gave those same smiles to us that day. Just the thought alone had me straightening up. Looking away from him just then.

She sat down on the seat he stood up from. " Besides I needed some time off work," she said still smiling. I notice when she smiles, she does it with not just her mouth but all her face. When she smiles her eyes sparkle her puff cheek turns pink and the laugh line near her eyes becomes prominent. Her mood was brighter than the sun which made it contagious. I couldn't help smiling.

she grated. "Smile," he replied. "Even though I can't attest to that, but I think you'll glow when you smile." She straightened up, her face still impassive, her cheeks on fire. Was he deliberately flirting with her? did he get a kick out of making her blush? She was being ridiculous. He had simply paid her a compliment. True, it wasn't something that had ever happened before. There was no reason to get paranoid.

Flirt, playboy. " You care too much about her... Don't you?? " I tried to control myself but it got out of my mouth sarcastically. " Yes, of course !! I do care about her. She is very special to me. " He said and smiled all of a sudden. His smile was getting wider with every passing second. He was so shameless !!! Why was he grinning?? " Have the juice, angry bird. " " Get lost before I pour this over your head. "

Which made it all the more satisfying when their conversation halted the moment I stepped into their orbit. They looked up, expressions flickering with surprise—and something else. Curiosity. I smiled—slow, deliberate. A feline smile. One that promised trouble if they were brave enough to want it. “Gentlemen,” I purred, my voice honeyed with charm. I held out the flutes with a graceful tilt of my wrists. “I thought you might need a refill.” They accepted the glasses politely, murmuring their thanks, but neither of them took a sip. Smart men.

Still, the warmth of James’s smile and the spark in his eyes made it increasingly difficult to keep her distance, as a part of her yearned to indulge in the connection they were building. James’s smile widened at her playful protest, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Oh really? That’s good!” he replied cheerfully, clearly enjoying the banter. He leaned back against the sofa, his relaxed demeanor contrasting sharply with Aria’s tense posture. The lightheartedness in his tone suggested that he was reveling in their flirtation, blissfully unaware—or perhaps choosing to ignore—the serious undertones of her words. For him, this was a game, and he seemed eager to see how far they could pus

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”

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.

"Not yet, your majesty." She scrutinized, as she plastered a half-smile at me. Maybe waiting to confirm whether I would flare up and finally either punch her right in the place that would hurt, or roar in anger and consume the souls of them all. I only returned a false smile to her as a reply. Not the obvious type that showed the tremendous effort in the making of the smile, but the kind that contoured the pretence in the smile. She wasn't supposed to see me getting upset because I wasn't upset with her at all. She wasn't supposed to feel a tiny percentage of my transferred rage.