Flirtatious Quote Novels & Stories

“Flirting with our rival right in front of everyone?” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “What did you just say?” I asked to straighten up. “You heard me,” he insisted, rolling his eyes. “You stood there, laughing and talking like he’s your everything. You played and flirted with him like he was your boyfriend.” Is he being serious? Accusing me of who I flirt with? “I wasn’t laughing,” I replied. “And I wasn’t flirting.” “Oh really?” he snapped. “So what were you doing? Making him feel special out of pity? Making him feel like the only guy in the world? No, those words you said we're just normal conversations two people obviously have.” he said the alert words sarcastically.

I chortled, "are those the kind of compliments you want? Hot enough to cause a burn, and sexy enough to make me see no one else but you? You are so confident and pompous, aren't you?" "No, I'm not pompous..." He began but when he saw me giving him the really look he said. "Maybe a bit pompous and confident." He smiled. I wriggled my finger, "no not a bit. Very pompous." "Come on, I'm not that..." His brows knitted together. "So what are you arrogant?" I teased. "Of course not, I'm a nice gentleman." "Gentleman indeed," I threw shafts of sarcasm.

I watched as he shook his head in disbelief. “I'm sorry Lyla, I just can not believe a young woman as beautiful as you is single.” was he hitting on me? I was so blind to love that even such a direct compliment had me frazzled. “Thank you,” I answered. Was that the correct response for the situation? I was never sure. “I'm sorry, just as soon as I saw you out there you took my breath away. I must admit that my patients are rarely as pretty as you,” this was such an obvious flirt that it did not pass by me this time. I giggled and looked toward the tiled office floor.

She flushed when she noticed. "Please stop staring at me" "Stop being so damn attractive then" He chipped in with a naughty smile and she scoffed. "Aren't you quite the charmer? If I remember correctly, didn't you say my mouth tasted like saltwater? How am I suddenly attractive to you now? "I said it tasted like saltwater. I never said I didn't like it" She blushed and rolled her eyes. "Spare me the flatteries before you make me lose my appetite"

I laughed again, “If I don't like you. How could I want to be kissed by you? You are so flirtatious!” "Girlish? Why do you say I'm a flirt? It's obvious you asked me to do it indirectly. You even tried to peek at me showering in the bathroom earlier. And you're also trying to make me change clothes in front of you. Isn't it obvious that the flirt here is you? You flirty brat!”

I retorted, walking ahead. "You are so beautiful, you made me forget my pick-up line." Colton flirted, jogging after me. "You are so ugly, you made me look in the other direction." I responded haughtily. "You shouldn't wear make-up, it's messing with perfection." "You should try it, you seem in great need of it." "Don't lie, you know you want to taste these lips." He pointed to his pink lips. "Don't dream, I'd rather taste Nutella in ketchup."

I say matter of factly. “Then you may not care, but I find the way your eyes glint purple when you are angry, absolutely captivating.” He says with an overtly flirtatious tone. “You’re right, I don’t care.” I say blandly. I feel the flush of my cheeks betraying my sterile stare.

His fingers play with the hem of my shorts, teasing the skin where my shorts brush my thigh. I swat at his chest. “Perv!” Then I think back to his use of 'ravishing' and give him a huge grin. "And think that was considered flirting in the fifties. Now guys think it's charming to tell girls they have a nice rack or-" I look him over with a mock frown, "A nice ass." I squeal when he playfully pinches my butt cheek under my short. “Hey. I think I flirt just fine. I've never gotten any complaints before." He tells me with a goofy grin.

"It's a club, Isla. You have to drink." The waiter lingers, subtly intrigued by Sophia's energy. She flashes him a flirtatious smile, tossing her golden-brown waves over her shoulder, and as expected, he eats it up. I watch the exchange with mild amusement until Sophia turns to me, her eyes glinting. "You should try it," she says. "Flirting is fun." I feign a sweet smile. "I'd rather not." She sighs dramatically but lets it go, pulling me in closer. "Okay, at least smile for a selfie."

With every stolen glance and playful smile, the air around us seemed to thicken, creating an undeniable tension that electrified the atmosphere. I let out a soft sigh and turned my head to face him, my eyes delicately tracing the contours of his face. His eyes, like pools of dark chocolate, reflected a magnetic warmth that drew me in further. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I summoned the courage to brave the waters of flirtation. "You know," I began, my voice tinged with a playful tone, "I've always believed that the most beautiful things in life are unexpected." He turned to me, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "Oh really? And what makes you say that?"