Flirty Smiles Novels & Stories

And though she is almost drifting, a sweet and triumphant smile carves her lips. ****😊****

sweet? More importantly, what the fuck was wrong with me? He smirked, flirty , "The only pretty thighs I want to get in between are yours, Amor." Yep, still an asshole. Cue the eye roll.

I scream internally before closing my locker. “You’re just so fucking hot; I can’t help myself.”He looks at me wide-eyed as I approach him, my hips swaying. I stop before him, smirking as he stares at me for a moment before breaking out in laughter. What’s so funny? Do I look weird flirting? I have always been skilled at flirting, even with gay men. So why is he laughing at me? “Ny stop playing with me; I like this aggressive you though, now try it with a guy who likes….what you have.”I scoff, looking at his name tag as I walk past him.

I squirm as I try to unwedge the jeans from my butt gracefully, and he throws me a cheeky look as he watches me attempt it. “Want some help?” it’s a grin, a smooth move kind of flippant comment made by the males who walk around like cockerels in a hen house, and not an actual serious question. It’s obvious he expects my usual rebuff, but instead I throw a smile back his way, swallow down the utter nerves and butterflies he’s hitting me with and nod, in the way Meadow showed me. She gave me a crash course in simple flirting, while doing my hair earlier, and I throw on the sexy smile and flutter my lashes, butting in against him coyly. “If you like.” I bite on my lower lip, not sure if I’m doi

“That’s you being flirty.” "Flirty, huh?” He leaned in just a little more until all of my curled fingers were against his ultra-soft charcoal grey sweater, his lips curling into a teasing smile. Then, his voice dropped, low and smooth like honey. “Now I’m curious, how flirty am I exactly, in your expert opinion?" I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, and I absolutely hated it. He was too close, and those eyes... I had to look away before I started doing something ridiculously embarrassing, like staring at his lips for too long or, God forbid, blushing like a schoolgirl.

Her laugh was musical and bright, the kind that made heads turn. From the way she stood, angling her head and touching her hair, it was obvious that she was flirting with him. Her body language was textbook flirtation—leaning in just close enough, tilting her head to show off the curve of her neck, letting her fingers brush against his arm when she laughed.

"You were flirting with that girl." "What?" He laments. "No, I wasn’t. Why’d you even say that?" "You were flirting with her, James. I saw you. You were smiling at her." I point out, and he stares at me as if I’m crazy. And maybe I am. "Christ, Elizabeth. Since when is smiling considered flirting? I wasn’t doing anything with her. I was trying to get us drinks, and I just bumped into her." "So you left me standing there to start a conversation with her?" I lift a brow, and he shakes his head. "You were with a guy, weren’t you?"

Love is swirling in our eyes pouring through our care for us. "How about a no?" I wiggled my eyebrows playfully at him. "Please! I will give you a lot of kisses." He winked flirtily. This guy flirts with me every chance he gets. He inched closer and playfully kissed my face every gap he finds. I laughed at his cute antics to get me. "Tell me!" He whispered.

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.

“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.”