Novel & Cerita Innocently Flirting

I murmur low. I’m addicted to the blush that creeps up her cheeks when she realizes she is still semi-grouping me. Her icy blue eyes grow wide and she smiles sheepishly as she pretends to straighten my button-down white shirt. “Don’t flatter yourself, Enz.” “Mmm, I was hoping you would flatter me.” I’m playing a dangerous game, flirting with her like this.

“You know the drill woman, I just don’t do handouts. What’s in it for me?” “Hmmmmm,” I place my index finger on my lips and stare into the ceiling above for a while. “You get to defend your pride and ego,” I say, poking his chest lightly and when I feel his hard nipple under his shirt, I let my finger remain on it. “You get to show me how much of a…….strong man you are while I get my guest up on stage. I say it’s a fair deal, no?” The words roll off my tongue with such coyness that it shocks even myself. I am effortlessly and shamelessly flirting with him.

My cheeks heated even more, yet I couldn’t help but flirt back. “Really?” I leaned over him, pretending to want to get to the dish further away from me, and “accidentally” brushed my breasts against his arm. His sharp intake of breath gave me a giddy feeling. I seldom flirted… No, I think I had never flirted like this before in my entire life. With Elijah, I was more straightforward, not this subtle type of flirtation. I batted my eyelashes and smiled innocently at him. “Are you okay?”

I straightened my shoulders, plastered a flirtatious smile on my face, and walked toward him. He noticed me immediately, his red eyes flickering with interest. "Hey there," I purred, leaning against the bar. He smirked. "Well, hello. What’s a beautiful thing like you doing all alone?" I giggled, pretending to be charmed. "Maybe I was waiting for someone worth my time." His smirk widened. "Lucky me." I trailed a finger along the rim of his drink, my eyes meeting his. "So, are you from around here?" He tilted his head. "You could say that. And you?" I leaned in closer, lowering my voice. "Does it matter?" His eyes darkened slightly. "No. Not at all." I hated this. Every second of this fake fli

"But it's hard for you to walk. If I could have lifted you, I would have. I know you won't like it so I'll just take care of you." My face immediately soured followed by a bad look at him. He didn't understand that even though my eyes were glazed over. He just widened his grin and focused his attention on the two of them walking. "Why are you flirting?" I couldn't help but ask. He grinned even more as if the word I released was a compliment. "Are you affected yet? What if I do it all?” there is still a hint of flirting in his smile. I focused my gaze even more but it still had no effect. "Just feed me instead of all the madness coming out of your mouth."

I guess she wanted me to take care of the wound tomorrow. “Thanks” I muttered before she walked closer to me. “You’re just gonna let me go” I blinked as she came even closer to me. “What- “I’m not sure if you realise but this is called flirting” I blinked in surprise. What flirting? I wondered before she sighed and turn. “You’re really clueless Christian” What? My eyes widened in shock still unsure of what she was implying. “Do…you want something?” I’m normally very good at reading people but right now, I can’t seem to tell what she is thinking.

Her voice, soft and almost innocent, only made me angrier. I snapped my eyes open and shot her a look full of dark warning. She flinched and darted her gaze away. She fiddled with her fingers in her lap, clearly intimidated. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t think you’d get mad. You took so long to come back, and I was bored… alone. Good thing he showed up.” My glare sharpened. Is flirting really her way of killing boredom? “I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again.”

I hadn’t meant to press too hard, but the way my toe accidentally nudged against his groin made him let out a low groan. That was all the encouragement I needed. I did it again,slowly this time and a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. “Naina,” he whispered “don’t start what you can’t finish.” “And who said I can’t?” I replied, flirting, my voice soft and teasing as I continued the slow movement of my foot, tracing along the shape of him with deliberate care. “Naina??”

Until I fully realized the panorama. She went out with a boy, maybe her age, maybe a little older. Chelsea smiled at him with that innate flirtatious air of hers. She wasn't cheeky, but there were people who were flirtatious without even trying. She made me frown at that discovery. I thought that maybe the boy didn't know the difference between intentional flirtation —like the one he had with me—, or the one that emanated for his safety. He put his hand on her shoulder, she followed the gesture, and even though he smiled at her, she gently moved her hand away.

she said after a moment. “Yes?” “There’s something I need to ask you.” I straightened slightly. “Okay.” Her fingers worried at the edge of the blanket, twisting the fabric. The sharp edge she’d had earlier was gone now, replaced by something more careful. More vulnerable. “I need you to answer honestly,” she said. “Not defensively. Not like you’re managing a situation.” “I can do that,” I said. She met my gaze. “What does the flirting mean?” There it was. “If it’s just something you do,” she continued, voice steady but quiet, “or if it’s boredom, or ego, or because I happen to be nearby—”