Cuddle Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

Immediately, that stranger aroused an immense dislike in me, as he looked down at my body in an undisguisedly malicious way, like the perverts who used to frequent my mother's house, from whom I had spent my entire life running away. — Oh my! Did I die, go to heaven and now I'm being welcomed by an angel? — he said, staring at me with perversion. Would that ridiculous pick-up line work on anyone? — Did you come to the party? — Party? Yes. Of course. A party is always good. — It's in the garden. I'll show you the way — I offered politely.

At least he's cute "You are totally my type of people. I'm Seth" "Why does everyone feel the need to tell me their names? Again, I didn't ask" "Chill. I saw you come in and I thought you looked familiar" "Can you at least be more creative?" "No. It's not a pickup line. Something about you seems familiar but I can't put my finger on it"

“I could use your hug right now. The day was so hectic and the two days away from you aren't helping.” “See,” He laughed. “I saw this coming.” “Don’t say that.” I pouted. “You know I feel bad.” “You don't have to.” He had a smile on his lips, from his voice and how it came out sweetly. “Why won't I, you are miles away. I can't cuddle. How come I am addicted to your cuddles.” “It's because I am the best with them.” He said. “Wanna cuddle?”

u fool * KISS THE SHIT OUTTA HER * frequent recharges (aka cuddle sessions) * is snuggling the same as cuddling? Idk but i want it * buy her lots and lots of flowers * tell her she’s beautiful and gorgeous and the prettiest thing u’ve ever seen :( * (REFER TO ABOVE) try to control urself tho * read manga or books to her, whatever she likes * dance with her on the streets, in the stores—anywhere and everywhere

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He changes his position to face me. "Can you close your eyes and pretend to sleep?" I look at him, puzzled. "Why?" "Can you do it?" I nodded my head and closed my eyes. I opened it after a few seconds. His face is puzzled. "You look like someone I know." He whispered. I suddenly chuckled. "I do?" He nodded. "You look like my wife," I wanted to laugh. "Wilson, your pick-up lines are something," I commented. "Well, I just heard and read from the internet." He is such a clown.

Drew says. Patricia and I head over to an empty pool table and I bend down to put the quarters in the slot when I hear a man's voice say, "I think I could make you very happy." I look up, glancing to see if it was Patricia that was getting hit on with that pathetic pick-up line but when I hear a familiar voice reply, "Why? Are you leaving?" Without looking, I know immediately it was Cassandra.

I hear his feet pad against the wooden floor of his gym room. "Just N*****x and chill," I shrug, rummaging through the scattered dresser for anything I can use for the pimple to dry up. "Alone?" He sounds appalled, offended even. "Errr..." I trail off, "That's kinda the plan." "Can I come over after the meeting?" I can almost see him running a hand through his silky hair, his lower lip tucked between his teeth in thought, "We haven't cuddled in a while. No sex, just…cuddling." He emphasizes, like that ever worked. Every cuddle always leads to his hands wandering to sensitive places in my body and the next thing, clothes would be dropping on the floor and I am writhing in pleasure under him.

He approached me with a confident stride, his presence captivating and reassuring. As he drew closer, the morning light revealed his features in all their charm. His eyes sparkled with tenderness, mirroring the affectionate smile that graced his lips. It was a picture-perfect moment, and I couldn't help but admire the sight before me. "Why haven't you left for the office yet?" I asked, my confusion apparent in my voice. Cullen's smile widened, his gaze never wavering from mine. "I wanted to spend a little more time with you," he confessed, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "Work can wait when I have someone as incredible as you right here."

The memory was so vivid I could almost smell the candles—he always mixed the scents just right. A real smile tugged at my lips since I lost them for the first time. “And when he screwed up? Forget flowers—he’d come home with a spa gift card. Oh, and his jokes…” I laughed wetly. “God, the terrible pick-up lines.” “Like what?” Luke asked softly as he pulled back onto the road.