Flirting Quotes Novels & Stories

It's also babbling, don't you know how to be shy! Your face is as thick as your makeup. "Owws, really? So do you think you two are a good match?" The woman was about to speak but I preceded her. "Pfft, how about you too? You don't belong because we are the only thing, do you understand that huh!" "Please make your face less thick, please." I said more. "Grrr my face isn't thick. Besides, you don't care who I flirt with okay, it's my choice!" Who said I have something? Say it so I can hit it!

“But you’re sitting with me.” “That’s the sad part.” “You like it,” I say, nudging him again. He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he turns his head, his face just barely inches from mine. “Why do you always flirt with me?” I tilt my head, considering. “Because you’re pretty. And easy to rattle. And... because it’s the only way I know how to talk about the fact that you make this hell feel less like a graveyard.” He stares at me. I stare back.

His brows furrowed, and I shook my head. “Never mind. What I’m saying is that you sexual innuendos are disturbing.” “It was meant as a harmless flirting. No harm, no foul.” Dante said, shrugging like it was nothing. ‘An harmless flirting?! That wasn’t and harmless flirting of any kind?! ”To me, that wasn’t just an harmless flirting." I emphasised the last two words with an air quote. The small volcano of anger in me was simmering and almost ready to erupt.

Ron grinned wickedly and said, "You're a slut—horny and wild." "Oh, Ron, you're just asking for a beating—" Quirina's brows flew up, and she started pinching him. Ron dodged her attacks and stopped her hands while laughing. He said, "I'm complimenting you! In other words, you're bewitchingly charming to me." Quirina rolled her eyes and said, "I like the sound of that." Both of them lay on the soft rug as they laughed and fooled around. After resting, they got up for a second round.

“We do, don’t we? Still, can’t a girl get out of her comfort zone by asking one of the most brilliant guys in her grade?” Oh, she’s good. She’s calling me brilliant. Ego flattering always works when flirting. I couldn’t help my smile. “So, you think I’m brilliant.” She nodded. “Plus, we’d look great in the pictures.” She ran her fingers down my arm as she looked up at me through her lashes. Damn, she’s a good flirt.

"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?"

I held her eyes as I said it, making sure she caught the heavier meaning behind the little quip. She swallowed and broke eye contact first. "Do you do this to every woman you meet?" "Do what?" I asked. "This- This needless flirting! Like a-a rouge!" she exclaimed. I burst into laughter. "Really? A rouge? Who even uses that word anymore?" "It's what you're acting like," she argued. "Flirting shamelessly with a married woman!" I ignored the last part of her sentence. "To answer your question, I don't do this every woman. Just you. I only flirt shamelessly with you," I said.

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.

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."

“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.”