Flirtatious Quote Novels & Stories

I roared in Amy's grip and he bit his lower lips seductively before shaking his head simultaneously in a mockery way, with a laugh lingering on his lips. “I am guessing you do not know the meaning of flirt, but as much as you want to see it that way then it's fine, 'cause even your woman could not resist my advanced flirt.......” He retorted calmly yet savagely, giving Amy a side eye, and her expression was so annoying, it literally made me cring. Her eyes were so narrow in fear and she looked like a cat placed on a hot Iron...

“Just that you two couldn't tone down the smiles.” I tilted my head. “Seriously?” He shrugged. “What? I’m just saying. From what I saw, you two couldn’t stop looking at each other as well.” He waved his hand dismissively. “And that little goodbye? That was flirting.” “She did the same to you,” I pointed out. “Nah. Nah.” He shook his head slowly. “I know what I saw.” He paused, like he was choosing his words carefully. “It’s either that… or she’s just…cute”

“So… you think I’m stunning?” “No,” she answered quickly. “You’re dangerous.” I laughed, low and slow, leaning back in my chair. “I guess in a way… yeah. I am.” Then, quieter, more deliberate: “But I hope in a good way.” She laughed again, that sound threading straight through me. “Mostly,” she said. “Definitely mostly.” There it was. The flirtation wasn’t loud or reckless. It didn’t need to be. It hovered between us, charged and unspoken, like a wire humming just beneath the surface.

or maybe it did sound like that? Can’t point to it. Still, I’m pretty sure flirting is not my forte. “Was just joking. You don’t have to be so serious.” He leaned back, casual. I let out a slow breath of relief. “But if you wanted to flirt, I wouldn’t mind at all. Such a beauty—I can’t just push away.” He winked. I tried not to smile. Failed miserably. “You’re too smooth,” I muttered, glancing away like it might help slow the heat creeping up my neck.

"As soon as I gave you a chance, you asked me to cheat, so will you flirt with me?" The Marquis Edward Mitchell undulated, gritted his teeth, leaned closer, stared at her, his face as radiant as the moon, his hair hanging down his sides, his skin as white as snow, he suddenly felt a gas in his throat. itch, said: "First of all, even if I don't cheat, if you will flirt with me even just by saying it, even my life will be given to you." "Whoever that person keeps, thanks." Edward Mitchell gritted his teeth: "..."

Lucian said coldly. “The thing is…” she drawled, glancing at her friends who were mouthing warnings to her. “We just think you're… uh, really attractive. And, like, super passionate about teaching or whatever…” Lucian arched a brow, his voice laced with dry sarcasm. “Flattery? In my class? How original. I suppose I should give you extra credit for your bravery, though I doubt it'll help your grade.” Murmurs erupted at the sassy response.

I tease, "I am just midly sexy or normal sexy." "You're so sexy, that's a fact, end of discussion," he continues flirting and all the blood rises to my cheeks of him. "Well," I tell him in a mischievous way, "you are midly sexy and that is a fact, end of discussion," I tease, and he smiles. Frans tries to pour me another drink and I wave at him to stop. "Midly sexy!" Says Kieran "They have told me sexy, even god, but never midly sexy," he says passing his hand over his head, "I think I'll have to check what I'm failing," we both laugh, "seriously, what do you do."

I gestured playfully to my toned and fit body. Alessandro let out a low, appreciative whistle, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leaned in a little closer, his voice dripping with flirtatiousness. "Well, you certainly have an unfair advantage, darling. You've got looks that could stop traffic." I chuckled, "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Costello." He raised an eyebrow, his voice lowering to a sultry whisper, "Everywhere? That's quite a promise." I laughed, "Shut up!"

"Maybe we can enjoy something sweet." I wasn't even sure I said it right. My inner little girl cringed at the vulgar innuendo and the fact I wasn't sure how to flirt. How to even say something so outlandish. The corner of his mouth lifted, and his eyes danced a different shade. "Did I say that right?" I whispered softly. His smile widened. "You said that perfectly," he whispered, pressing his mouth against the corner of my own, teasing me. "Let's get

“Don’t just say things like that!” I laugh. “Why not?” “Someone could hear you, you big idiot!” I grin at her, and since she is so angry at me, red in the face and whatnot, I decide to mess with her by flirting. “There is no one here but us, babe. No one is going to hear me call your pussy pretty and pink and utterly delicious.”