Wink Flirt Novels & Stories

I only gawked. Gavin awkwardly smiled at me, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Miss, do you want a new one instead of an apology or a date?" He winked at me. Again, I could not gesture back anything. I was frozen. Was he flirting with me? "Tell me, beautiful." He offered me a smile, which made my insides go mushy. Gavin Hawkins just called me beautiful. I couldn't help but look over to his arm at the ink peeking from underneath the sleeves of his shirt. He licked his lips seductively, his eyes lingering on my face. "I am waiting for your answer, gorgeous."

I keep repeating these two phrases to myself to keep myself under control. When we pull back, she makes eye contact with me and winks. I wink right back.

Scarlett said, a sexy smile playing on her lips as she looked at me. “Yes, I can do that. I am on a back shift tomorrow. I don’t start until two p.m.,” I said, with a smirk, followed by yet another wink. Scarlett let out a giggle. Why do I keep winking? I feel like an absolute plonker. I am sure there is a thing as too much winking. “You are sexy when you wink at me,” Scarlett said. She leant over the table and kissed me. “Should you not be getting back to work? Nate looks quite busy with orders,” She added softly.

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.

She’s been stepping closer and closer to Wade again, and Wade ha a pinched expression on his face which he tries to hide. “I don’t think so,” Wade replied humoring her. She laughed, obviously flirting, going as far as slapping her hand, definitely not flirtatiously on Wade’s shoulder. The alpha moved to remove it again. “You’re flattering me too much,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him. Klyde almost winced in cringe. What is she doing? He can hear Kez suppressing a laugh beside him, covering his laughter by shoving a spoonful of buttered vegetable on his plate.

When she sat down, she faced me so I turned to her too, then she winked at me. Right now I confirmed that it’s not only my imagination. I saw it with my own two eyes. Is she flirting with me? I immediately faced her and said, “I’m sorry miss but I’m not into that kind of stuff.” I said to her. She looked at me innocently, like she didn’t know what am I saying. I chuckled, “I am referring to stuff like flirting.” Upon saying that, she burst out of laughter. Am I wrong? Then why in the world she would wink at me?! “W-Why? am I wrong?” I asked her.

You know, have a couple of drinks while getting to know each other better. You said you’ll chop off my balls, how about we go to the bathroom so you can do it right now while looking me in the eyes(a knife + cucumber + drips + winking emoji)*** What the fuck?! My eyes widened, feeling like they might pop out at any second. Flirting? They were flirting… right at my wedding, under my nose? My head spun wildly, on the brink of bursting with confusion. Wasn’t she supposed to be the angry ex? Were they rekindling their relationship, or was this something completely new? Those two definitely has a ton of questions to answer.

She said with a wink as she worshiped his muscles and broad chest with her caress. She stared at Carl's stoic face and winked. “I will give you the best fucking moment of your entire life." A flash of disgust appeared on Carl's face, his eyes lingering on her figure, making her feel small. "Come on! Don't ignore me like that. I can assure you’re gonna enjoy me.” She licked her lips and squeezed her tits gently, pushing it upwards and drawing Carl's attention to it. Carl's lips curled into a smirk and the next thing he did left her stunned.

He freaking winks. “But I know it won’t be long until you’re moaning my name.” And if I weren’t seated on the counter, I’d be weak in the knees at his confidence. He uses my shock—or horniness at seeing him wink at me—to his advantage and hooks his thumbs in the fabric of my panties and tugs. He effortlessly slides the fabric down my thighs and then bunches it in his palm. “I should’ve known they’d be pink. Can I tell you something, Lucy baby?”

I froze—fork halfway to my mouth. He winked—playful, cheeky, but with just enough heat behind it to make my stomach flip. Oh no.