Flirtatious Smile Novels & Stories

She asked with a smile. Keep smiling like that at me, And I'll be at your mercy, As always! "Don't smile at me like that." I said with a smile on my own lips. "I might melt on it!" I muttered under my breath. "What? Now you have problem with me smiling?" She asked narrowing her eyes at me. While driving I took her hand and entwined our fingers. Kissing her knuckles I said "I might lose it if you keep smiling like that." I said winking. "Flirt!" She said rolling her eyes. Only for you..!

he said softly, his fingers brushing mine briefly as I took it. I dabbed at my mouth, narrowing my eyes at him. “Flirt,” I muttered under my breath, the word slipping out before I could stop it. And then he smiled—a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes. It wasn’t the usual smirk or expression of smug amusement. It was something softer, something that made my chest tighten in confusion.

If my current situation is cooperative, but it's not. "You don't like me, and you convey the message without words but bluntly." I can't help but roll my mad eyes at him to put an end to this stupid conversation; I turn my head fully to him and give him my most confident pretty smile, the kind of smile I use if I want attention. He doesn't hold back or back down; he smiles too, and amusement is written all over his handsome face. "I'm not in the mood for some flirty small talk Mister, so stop talking to me, and we can both have our peace."

Smith looked over at us and I lifted my hand wiggled my fingers at him, he smiled at me and did the same. ----------------------------------------------------------- Authors note. I adore Smith and his flirtatious behaviour. What are your thoughts?

He’s going to find out that I can be a naughty little temptress too. I stood up and gave him a flirty smile. I turned to the side, trying to be as sexy as one could be while stretching. I kept eye contact with him, as I spread my legs leaning over to touch my toes without bending my legs. He knew I was teasing him. His eyes turned possessive, and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. Still leaning over, I smiled at him again and gave him a wink.

"Maybe we can enjoy something sweet." I wasn't even sure I said it right. My inner little girl cringed at the vulgar innuendo and the fact I wasn't sure how to flirt. How to even say something so outlandish. The corner of his mouth lifted, and his eyes danced a different shade. "Did I say that right?" I whispered softly. His smile widened. "You said that perfectly," he whispered, pressing his mouth against the corner of my own, teasing me. "Let's get

She smiled. It was the kind of smile people wear when they don’t want to bare their teeth. Polished, polite, utterly fake and annoying. I smiled back , smaller and tighter I tucked my napkin into my lap and tried to breathe like the adults at the table — slow, practiced, neutral. The platters arrived in a rustle of linen and the expensive wines and side dishes. Alto cleared his throat, the sound that meant he wanted everyone’s attention. He smiled at me with that practiced largesse older men use when they’re trying to buy loyalty with compliments.

"I like it when you say my name." I let out a breath through my nose, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. "Don’t make this a thing." He smirked, the corner of his mouth curling in a way that was far too attractive for someone who was currently being so insufferable. "I like it when you say my name." But he wasn’t letting up. His sharp blue eyes stayed locked on me, glittering with something dangerously close to amusement. Or flirtation. Was he flirting? No, no, definitely not. Except…

My gaze drafted to Ashton when I noticed he was looking at me. "What?" I asked "Why are you smiling?" He inquired "You didn’t smile when I was talking to you." "What?" I inquired smiling. Is he for real right now? "He was flirting with you, didn’t you see that?" "What, no. He wasn’t flirting he was just being nice and I think that’s a part of his job to make customers comfortable," I said "Well, he won’t have a job if he keeps acting like that." "Wait, are you jealous?" I asked

A handsome devil and he knew it but he was a survivor and I loved it and I hated it at the same time. “What? What’s funny?” He broke the spell; I didn’t know I was smiling in the first place. “Nothing” “Your lips…they are doing that thing they do when you are happy” “It’s called a smile, Flames. I didn’t realize it’s a crime to smile” “Never said it was, Mia” The Mia came out a bit exaggerated from his end. “You don’t want me to speak, you don’t want me to smile, what do you want me to do?”