Cute Vs Hot Novels & Stories

'Mmm hmm', she softly hums, lowering her gaze demurely as she caught a pair of eyes, piercing and passionate, staring at her flushed face. His touch felt like some caramel melting in the mouth, you crave, you savour the delight, the sweetness ever so addicting however toxic for diabetics, the taste's still alluring, similar is his arousing and lascivious seduction, perhaps an innocent one. But, the blaze in his chocolate orbs portrays a deep rooted hunger, an ardent carnal lust to claim her, his forever.

“Is he cute at least?” I reached for my shot, guzzling the liquid down my throat and washing away the burn of it with my saliva. “Oh, I got you, girl. He’s tanned, blonde hair, has nice teeth—you can’t go wrong with nice teeth-he’s like if Chad Michael Murray had a baby with Jacob Elordi”, Lucy explained. Okay that was less cute, more fucking hot. “That hot?” “That hot”, Molly affirmed, “He’s tall too” “Shit, six o’clock”

he remarked, and I turned to face him. "Did you just call me adorable?" I questioned, and he briefly glanced at me before returning his attention to the road. "Yes, why?" "I'm not adorable, I'm pretty," I protested, giving a playful whine, which earned a laugh from him. "It's pretty much the same thing," he replied. "No, it's not. You call children cute, but you refer to a woman as pretty or hot," I clarified. "I'd still go with cute, especially since you're in sweats right now, not the way you were dressed at the conference," he stated, fixing his gaze on the road.

Christian said and ended this argument. "How much you both are arguing with love. It was really pleasant to see you both from a distance in this way. It seemed. It is as if the actor and actress are acting in drama. I have never seen such a cute couple. Both really look beautiful together. Always be like that." Aunt Whyla said lovingly the happiness shown on her face.

I could not bring myself to kiss him knowing that he might have been kissing someone else or doing worse things with her. “Now I’m dating the hottest guy in school.” “No offense, sweetie, but I do not think he’s the hottest guy on campus,” Cindy said. “He’s hot, yes. But not really the hottest.” “He’s the hottest of all my boyfriends,” I said. “I don’t know. You have a thing for blond guys. I find them…a little meek.” She giggled. “Okay, if Trip is not the hottest guy in campus, then who is? I mean…he’s the captain of the basketball team, he has a Porsche, he’s a straight-A student, and he looks like Barbie’s Ken with hazel eyes.”

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.

I retorted. He looked almost entertained. “Why not? You definitely cannot handle this hot body.” I looked away, cheeks flaming. “You’re too full of yourself. You think you’re hot? You’re just… objectively, you’re just a two out of ten. There are many hotter men. You wouldn't even place—” “A two?" he repeated it with an expression of pure disbelief. I smirked smugly. “Barely.” He chuckled, leaning even closer. “You definitely don’t want to see what this 2/10 can bag.”

“Let’s not start something we can’t finish…" Like he just automatically assumes I enjoy the flirting. As if he suspects I'm like all the other girls that fall at his feet. I'm not, even if he makes me blush and causes an inferno in my stomach. Hot guys are just that … hot. Being physically attractive are just well formed molecules. It has nothing to do with how they treat you, or if they're funny and sweet. Well done on being born, Cade. Well effing done. Get over yourself.

Against her thigh she cold feel the hot, hard length of his swollen cock as it impressed itself on her body, make his unmistakable need known to her. His hands skimmed her body, igniting little fires of their own every place they touched. Her skin suddenly felt too tight for her body, and too hot. Need, sharp and bright, coursed through her. "I love your nipples." He swiped a tongue over one of them, then scraped it lightly with his teeth. "I love how hard they get for me, so fast. They taste like ripe little berries."

I'm pleased that I've ruffled him for once. “Ok, why do I like you? Well, you are funny, sweet, witty, cute - “ “Cute!” I say, miffed. “What’s wrong with cute?” “Babies are cute. Puppies are cute. Grandmothers are cute. I am not cute,” I say, huffing a little. Carter laughs for a few seconds. “Ok, ok. Not cute. How about pretty?” “I’ll accept it,” I say, mollified.