Flirtatious Quote Novels & Stories

“You guys were so…close. I mean, you were always flirting, and like, joking…was that not…” My mind whirs, frantic, trying to find an out. But luckily, I fall back on some of my best stripper skills, not letting my emotions show on my face. “Yeah, I mean we are close, I adore Frankie,” I say, giving a little half-smile, “but Frankie flirts with everything that walks, doesn’t he?”

I stared at his readied self with a wide eye as he laughed at my reaction. "Well, close your mouth before a mosquito goes in the place where only my tongue should go. You know I'm quite possessive about my things and what belongs to me." Was that even flirting? Dunno, but my cheeks surely heated up as I gazed at the ground trying to hide my blush. It meant the lines of his work. "Don't stare at the floor like that otherwise it would be awkward to see a floor falling for someone." Eyes big I only thought one thing, how come he was so good with these flirting lines?

I had no right to feel this angry, this jealous. The waitress winked before walking away. I exhaled slowly, pressing a hand to my temple. “She’s bold.” He looked up at me, his expression unreadable. “She’s just being nice.” “Is that what you call it?” I said before I could stop myself. His brow arched slightly. “What would you call it?” I stared at the condensation on my glass. “Flirting.” He leaned back, folding his arms. “And that bothers you because…?”

he replied. I gasped. "Are you trying to flirt with me?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "It depends." he replied. "Pardon!" I exclaimed, making air quotes. "It depends on what?" I asked. "What is your definition for flirting?" he asked, standing up and moving closer to me. "I'm leaving, Mr Okorie." I said, raising my voice higher than usual, he mimicked my words and then chuckled. What was actually wrong with this guy?

He asked with an annoying smile. "What?" The same girl asked. "Your flat body." He grinned, winking at the insult. I don't know whether he thought this as a pick-up line or not but that was the biggest fails in the history of flirting.

“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.