Flirtatious Smile Novels & Stories

His eyes are hazelnut colored, his lips thin and slightly chapped. The skin under them was pale. I just took a glance at him and started sipping my wine when he smiled at me. "What's your name, young lady?" He asked and I suddenly looked at him. He was still smiling or I can say trying to give me his seductive smile, you know, just a man's thing, trying to flirt with any stranger woman. I quickly looked away, not wanting to answer his stupid question. He grinned. His teeth seem sharp. “Are you single?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. My face heated and I looked away in embarrassment. "Sorry but I'm dating someone," I answered quite rudely.

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.

“I'm just not used to… smiling.” “That's a lie. I've seen you with other people, Nina. You smile with them. Smile with me too. Remember the deal was that you let yourself love me. Don't hold back.” The heat from my cheeks spread to my ears, I felt my chest cave in. Goodness, Jace knew how to flirt with a woman when he wanted to. “There it is…” He pointed to my face. “W-what?” I feigned surprise. “What is it?” “That beautiful smile that'll make a thousand angels sing. There, you finally let it out.”

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

Insert sarcasm. I looked at Eula and plastered an evil grin on my face. She widened her eyes at me, looking stressed as ever. "I said, my name is Florence Mil," I said and flashed an innocent smile. "Oh, your office looks dull, by the way. It's plain and boring, the cabinets are not even well organized, and the colors... tsk, tsk, tsk... whoever designed this office has a bad taste." I shook my head and pretend to be disgusted.

Greg notices me looking at them, and he smiles, “What?” I shake my head, “Nothing.” He looks suspicious, “You’re doing that thing.” “What thing?” “The emotional smile.” I gasp, “I do not have an emotional smile.” He nods seriously, “You do.” I narrow my eyes, “You’re lucky you’re hot and attractive.” He looks delighted, “I know.”

“Anyone who tries to flirt with you will never be harmless to me, Noah.” Damn. How could he be this adorable even while sounding dangerously possessive? I bit my lower lip, trying hard to stop myself from smiling too much. “Why are you smiling? Do you like that man?” I quickly shook my head. “No. If I like him, I wouldn’t be here with you right now.” “Then why are you smiling like that?” I licked my lips slowly before smirking at him. “Because you look really hot right now,” I admitted shamelessly. “And kinda adorable too.”

I didn’t get what he meant, so he continued seeing how confused I was. “We’ve been talking about him too much. I’d like to talk about us without him in the conversation,” he explained. I smiled at him as we kept walking. “Your smile is infectious, but I want more than just a smile,” he turned to look at me in a flirtatious behavior. I didn’t say anything, but it was clear I liked what he was doing. “Imagine me pleasuring you with my cock. How amazing would that be, or should I say, ecstatic?” he said while touching my body. “Just tell me you want some intimate time,” I replied directly, surprising him.

The change had slipped in quietly, the way habits do when they feel safe enough to return. Now he smiled like he used to. Not the careful, practiced smile he had worn in front of doctors, but the lazy, lopsided one that creased the corner of his eyes. He flirted whenever he wanted, leaning just a little too close, lowering his voice for no real reason. He made jokes that weren’t funny—objectively terrible, really—but they were warm in a way that lingered. Enough to make the chest ache pleasantly. He was there. Present. Whole in ways that didn’t require memory.

I say the last part with an exaggerated roll of my eyes. He laughs softly and then tips his head. “Apologies” handing my now-filled cup back to me. I accept it with a soft smile. Am I flirting with him? I definitely am, as a young female wolf, I’ve had my fair share of flirting and dates, it’s just been so long, and with a stranger? I’m surprised at myself I suddenly realize that I’m smiling. I can’t remember the last time I smiled. truly smiled, not a fake one or a sad one, a true, genuine smile.