Squinting Eyes Flirting Novels & Stories

He smiled, “Don’t go judging me because I only like meat.” “No judgment here.” I lift my hands in surrender, “I happen to enjoy a nice large piece of meat myself.” Okay, now I am flirting in a dirty way. He seems to have caught on. “I imagine you do.” He was flirting back. “I may just have the perfect piece for you.” He winked at me. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the indication of his comment. “I bet you do.”

I spoke quietly as I looked up into the grey eyes that have made an appearance more than once while out on public events. "Good, I am here too," he teased as I just stared at him. When he smiles his eyes light up and he avoids eye contact. When he's happy and laughing his entire face changes, the crinkles in the corner of his mouth and eyes express how happy he is. Ignoring him, is my way of not interacting and taking the bait. As he gazed at me I saw his eyes roam over my face, then over my outfit the more he scanned me, the more he drew closer to the point I was in his arms as he held me against him. "We are in public?," I reminded him as I tried to move out of his arms. "No, ale," he spok

He said breaking my trance as I looked at the screen to see him seeing his own pictures that Nishant clicks and sends me. "How many pictures have sended by now?" He asked me while still looking at the screen while I calculated. "42 or something." I said looking at him while he just scoffed. Why is he frowning tho? He doesn't even look nor looks like he is hating something cause obviously I and Nishant actually never go beyond the teasing line. Flirting is like once in a blue moon and it's also like complimenting each other which works as a confidence booster and nothing else.

He says, still maintaining eye contact, not able to hide his smiles. Right now, I felt my face was leaving my body, and I could say without any reasonable doubts it's because of his closeness to me and you know, ‘those glowing eyes.’ “And what if I am? Did I commit any offense to flirt with my Luna?” He added while he maintained even more in-depth eye contact with me. To me, it's more or less an erotic approach, and I only need to calm myself and think about how to counter this without having to compromise anything.

Her tongue darted out, licking her lips with a slow, deliberate movement, as if savoring the taste. Her gaze snapped back to mine, her eyes gleaming with amusement, as if daring me to look away. I felt a surge of heat, my pulse quickening, as I watched her. The way she bit into the chicken, her teeth sinking into the tender meat, was almost...intimate. The soft smack of her lips, the gentle hum of pleasure, it all seemed designed to captivate me. Was she deliberately flirting?

This is the best first compliment a flirty guy has ever given me, especially because I haven't seen his eyes going down to my tits even once. He's good. Genuine. Hot. So, I lift my mojito to have a toast. "And you, for being the perfect subject to bring my vision to life," I add, making him smile too, so hard his eyes go small. It's very cute, "Don't look away from my eyes or it's seven years of bad sex for both of us." "Shit!" he exclaims before opening his eyes as far as they go and lock eyes with me. I laugh, "Hey, don't look away, this is serious."

He was chilling and forgetting all his reasons to keep a distance. “I’m not against it.” He teased her and winked, his tone low and sultry, his eyes straying to her mouth impulsively and sighing at how pretty she always looked. Leaning in to angle his face at hers while smiling unintentionally sexily and she pushed him away with a reddening face. Losing her confidence when he was flirting so outrageously and obviously and missing the fact he wasn’t joking. Her heart bumped out of time and her stomach churned up into knots.

Gazing at Hunter from the corner of my eye, I saw him already looking towards me. Loving the way he was staring at me with such a soft gaze, my confidence and ego went up a few notches, and I slyly tucked my strand of hair behind my hair and bit my lip 'obliviously'. He tensed at the action making me smirk, he clenched his fist again and closed his eyes. I was envious of his long beautiful lashes that fluttered in the air. His already sharp jawline became even more prominent when he clenched his jaw. Huuuff. It just got a lot hotter in here.

His hand, warm and firm, laced through mine, locking me there as he stared down at me. His gaze shifted—mocking, entertained. Dangerous. “Yeah, Syra,” he murmured, voice dipped in velvet, “the game already started. And if I remember right, all type of flirting is allowed —word play, message dedications, and blublublu”—he mimicked with a mocking roll of his lips—“that’s old school.” I opened my mouth, but he beat me to it, his smile curling. “I don’t do old school,” he whispered, his lips brushing the edge of my cheek. “I do physical flirting. The kind that leaves you breathless.”

“He’s due for a change.” I gape at her for a moment but then turn back to the guy with his arms folded across his chest and his lips pursed together, looking very, very sexy. God help me. If he looks at me with those eyes, I might just melt. And he does. Oh boy does he. Our eyes lock and my breath hitches. When he winks at me, I swear my knees buckle a little bit. Damn he knows how to flirt. I turn back to face Christie who’s grinning from ear to ear now. “He winked at me. Did you see it?” I say excitedly.