Low Key Flirting Novels & Stories

I murmur, “I know when you’re flirting with me, don’t I?” A faint blush spreads across his cheeks. Pale, warming. He scratches at the back of his head, adjusting his cap nervously, pushing it down a little further. Our knees press together. Warmth spreads, subtle, teasing. His leg shifts ever so slightly, pressure increasing, matching mine. Neither of us moves away. Instead, he smirks a mix of arrogance and uncertainty that makes my stomach twist. “Yeah,” he says softly, “but that’s only ’cause I’ve got… mad skills.”