Flirt Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

Julia made a big show of wiping her mouth before both of them burst into laughter. I shook my head, not taking their jesting seriously. “I froze. I couldn’t help it. He was so—I don’t know—gorgeous, beautiful, handsome. There aren’t enough adjectives to describe him. You guys know I always freeze up. It was nothing new. I have no game. I suck at flirting.” I made a pouty face. “I’m going to be a spinster and have thirty cats.”

“Of course. Keep it.” “Thanks.” “Leo?” “Yes?” “How do you flirt?” “Flirt?” “Yeah, to let a guy know you like him, and stuff.” “Well, guys can be pretty stupid when it comes to that. You almost have to hit them over the head with a stick.” “But, how do you do it?” “Oh, different ways. Smiling at them, touching them, looking into their eyes. Complementing them. Just being honest works best. Like, ‘Hey, I like you, want to go out?’”

He asked and I let out a chuckle to his surprise. I'm equally surprised that I'm laughing instead of raining curses on him or either panicking. "What's funny, sweetheart?" He asked and moved closer a bit, I took a step backward and regained my stand. "Your flirting skill is eerie and very old school, I think you should stick to your wife or if your prick wants some other pussy to dig, I advise you go look for one that suits your age." I drawled sarcastically and a frown graced his face. "Don't you think you're being so intrepid?"

"Hey Alec, what's flirting?" He flashed me a grin. "Well, flirting is exactly what you and I were doing a while back." "And what's that?" "The art of flirting is to impress someone by the way they compliment them or make em smile. You made me smile a while back so you were flirting with me." "Oh," I said as realization dawned in. I made Hunter smile a lot too, that means I flirted with him. "Well, does that make us friends?" "Yes." He said. "Of course. We are friends. Hey listen, I have like two tickets for a movie on Saturday, you wanna come with?"

"Well, if Mr Whiting looked like you, maybe I'd have paid more attention over the years." "Oh my god, you've failed already." I laugh, pretending my insides aren't singing. "I told you." "What? How?" "You said you wouldn't flirt with me." "It wasn't flirting, it was fact." He fake pouts as though I've offended him. "You can't help yourself, can you?" I grin, shaking my head at him.

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 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 don’t.” “Good.” Relief washes over me. “I was only flirting because I thought we’d get off the plane and never see each other again.” “Right.” He smirks, clearly amused. “Not that I don’t think you’re amazing,” I add. “Because if I were that kind of woman, I’d definitely be interested in you. We’d be fucking like...” I stop while searching for the right comparison. “Rabbits?” he suggests. “Yes.” He raises both hands.

"Just remember, I’m the cool aunt with the killer curves and the best jokes. Your friends are gonna be so jealous when you tell them about me." She rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Yeah, because every kid wants an aunt with a ‘butt apartment.’" I struck another pose, hands on my hips. "Exactly! I’m setting trends here, Fliss. Just you wait—next thing you know, everyone’s gonna want one." Fliss shook her head, laughing so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes. "You're the best, Viviane." I walked over and ruffled her hair gently. "And you, my love, are the coolest niece on the planet. Now, tell me—does this lipstick say ‘fierce,’ or should I go with ‘don’t mess with me’?"

“Horrible.” “What?” I asked. “You sound like a customer service bot,” she said. “I’m answering the question,” I said. “Try this instead,” she said. “Say, ‘Depends… what’s in it for me?’” I stared at her. “I can’t say that.” “Why not?” she asked. “He’ll think I’m joking,” I said. “Good,” she said. “Joking is allowed. Joking is your cover. You tease, he teases back. That’s how you open space for flirting without feeling naked.”