Harmless Flirting Novels & Stories

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.

"You think flirting is harmless. That you can twist people around your finger just because you smile and lean in a little too close.” I swallow, pulse thudding in my ears. “But here’s what you don’t get,” he says, voice quieter now. “You’re playing with fire. And you have no idea how fast it spreads.” He leans back. Shirt wrinkled. Tie loosened. The kind of disheveled that looks deliberate. I cross the room. Stop just close enough to see the stubble along his jaw… close enough to smell the Hennessy on his breath. My eyes lock on his.

Jake’s flirting was harmless. I wasn’t used to boys or men flirting with me. Jake liked to lightly flirt with me and it caught me off guard every time he did it. My heart thumped nervously as I forced myself to walk slowly back to my room. It wasn’t until the door was closed and locked behind me that I exhaled the breath I’d been holding.

I ask before I can kill the words for ever existing. “That’s a matter of taste, which you still lack.” He laughs. “Flirting is much simpler. People are people. They want to laugh, to blush, to know you’re interested in them. Nothing more.” Finally, one of the larger logs starts to smolder, putting off a plume of smoke. “The gentleman we’re talking about—” “No. Questions.”

“That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you’re getting.” I hid my smile. He leaned back dramatically like he was offended. “Cold.” “That’s me being professional.” I gloated. “Same thing, different font.” That got another laugh out of me before I could stop it again. I was starting to understand why people liked him. He didn’t make conversations feel like work. Even when he was clearly flirting. Which he was. Very clearly. But strangely, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. Just… loud in a harmless way.

I jumped back before he could go any further. "I get it. These flirts of yours aren't normal." "In what way?" "These are sexual flirts." His lips curved up in a smile. "I'm still holding in my skills for the sake of my safety. I wouldn't want to have my mouth bruised by your brother." I knew Angelo was still looking but I didn't turn away to look. Ryan is a nice person so far, I feel like we would make a good pair of friends. "Cheers to the lord of charming words." I lifted my glass. "Cheers to the master of charming smile." We clicked glasses.

“Sure, girl. What do you call them?” “Friends. Just online friends.” “You think I don’t see you when you’re over there typing away, blushing like a schoolgirl. That is not talking to just a friend.” Sidney smiled guiltily into her glass. “Online flirtations then,” she said. “It’s not like I’m ever going to meet these guys, or sleep with them, or have some real relationship with them. Just some harmless chatting.” “I wouldn’t say harmless. You never know what’s on the other side of the keyboard these days.”

' Sia gapes at me. Shut up! And no. I don't really mean that I have some feelings for Tristian. I just...umm... flirting with him... because he is good looking. I read in Cosmos that liking someone because of their appearance has nothing to do with feelings. According to the 'Free guide of asshole feminists' flirting with a man is completely. Consider it as a timepass. Which will pass—with time—and—then fade away. I blink over my own thoughts. Will it really pass away that easily?

The stapler tumbled on the floor, missing him and breaking apart. “Back to work,” I mumbled. His brow furrowed in anger as he glared at me. “Yes, throw shit, Palmer, that’s mature.” “Do you really want me to go there, Thorne? Answer me this—do you plan to screw one of them?” His voice was low and steady as he said, “No.” “Then why do you flirt with them?” “Because I’ve found that being friendly makes people more apt to do what you ask without delay or complaint. You catch more bees with honey, Palmer.”

“Just listen for two seconds. Some hoe’s text it’s nothing. She’s just…” “Stop!” I twisted, trying to rip free, but he held on like he was scared I’d vanish if he let go. “I said I don’t want to hear it! You think saying ‘it’s nothing’ fixes this? You had me begging on your couch like an idiot while she’s texting you ‘miss your cock’ like it’s casual Friday!” “Ava, come on…” His voice dropped, softer now, almost pleading. “You know how it is with men . It’s just dumb flirting. I haven’t even..”