Cuddle Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, still smiling like he belonged here. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you while you were away,” he continued. “You must be tired from the trip. Let me take you out for dinner tonight. I know the best restaurant in the city. We can talk about our future… our families… how perfect we’d be together.” I wanted to scream. Instead, I bore it with a polite, plastic smile, nodding along as he kept throwing one cheesy pick-up line after another. “You know, Dorla, I believe in love at first sight… but I also believe in love at second, third, and fourth sight. And every time I see you, I fall all over again.”

I mentally smiled at myself. “But how are you going to make new friends if you don’t talk to people you don’t know?” He smirked again. I seriously wanted to slap this guy already. Did my forehead read, “I’m easy”? I don’t think so. “I’m Jarred. Jarred Hunter. And you look familiar.” He spoke. Oh man, here comes the pick-up lines. Whoopee. “Yeah, I look like the girl you’ve been waiting for or perhaps your next girlfriend? I heard that many times before.” He looked shocked again, before smirking at me once more.

I respond furiously. “I do apologize for everything. Therefore, I want to make it up to you.” Alexander replies. “You can make up for paying for the damages.” I started to get annoyed. “Fine, but you will regret not taking my offer.” “This is not the way to get a girl’s attention. This is the most horrible pickup line anyone has ever tried with me.” Oh, gosh. Why did I say that? There was a moment of silence. Then Alexander spoke. “Please just agree to get a coffee with me tomorrow?” He says with sincerity in his voice.

“No pigeon, that won’t happen to you. You are different, and it will be only me, only you, just the two of us. The world won’t matter anymore, just us, together.” “That’s a nice pickup line, how many girls have you used it on?” I opened my eyes to find him dangerously close to me, I could feel his breathing on my face and that sweet cologne, the one I have perceived today in my sleep. The one that feels just like the sea with the flowers and all, only that now, we were in a sea, and I was really close to him.

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.

Again, her phone buzzed and she hurriedly read the message, her face turning a dark shade of pink. Sext Buddy: [I’d first nuzzle your folds baby….imprint the way you smell, I just feel like you’d smell like pineapples or apples. Then, I’d use my index and middle fingers to spread your folds open, I’m sure they’d be covered and sticky with your juices, yeah?....] Alicia took a deep breath, squeezing her thighs around her pillow as she continued reading.

If he's smart, he'd back off. Dylan thought "someone" was a guy. Hopefully, he'd think so as well. And I'm back to thinking about him. Ugh. It's the weird pizza guy's fault. I cringe my nose and frown, tapping my feet impatiently. "If you were here with me, I'd never leave your side. Not for a second." Gross. That's hand's down the worse pickup line I've gotten in a while. Seriously? "Thank you." I mumble, biting my bottom lips in annoyance. Fuck, when will this pizza get off the fricking oven?

Alex made the lamest pick-up line, and I groaned internally. “How about we don’t talk, and you just kiss me?” I hurried with my challenge, eager to leave. “Besides, I already dated a cook.” I leaned towards him, gently caressing his chin with my frozen fingers. I was too cold, too underdressed, and this guy in front of me wasn’t lighting any fire in me. “I am not a simple cook, I--” Alex began, but I pressed my lips to his.

It would be unfair if he’s kept in this bed. “Love… I miss you already.” I whispered as I caressed his cheek gently. “I miss your corny pick up lines. I miss your laughter, your dirty jokes.” I softly giggled. “I miss your touch and kisses… When are you coming back home?” I wiped my tears away.

Is he actually turning me down? I pick up one of the wine glasses and down the drink in one go, whispering in my most seductive voice, “Why don’t you finish me off first?” I bat my lashes, and the corner of his lip curls up. “Claudia… that kind of gave me the ick,” he says. I blush—definitely not my best line. Sucking in a deep breath, I turn back to Braden. His sleeves are rolled up, tattoos on display, his muscles flexing beneath his skin. I spin his chair to face me, straddling his legs as I lock my arms around his neck.