Flirting Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

“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”

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?

This is just a chat. Me: In case I forgot to say, you looked incredibly gorgeous tonight. Easy-peasy. This is flirting 101. Always compliment their appearance, and you will captivate them. My phone chimed. Anaya: Um... Thank you very much. You looked gorgeous, too. Did she just call me gorgeous? I chuckled as I shook my head. She is so awkward. Me: You’re terrible at this, aren’t you? Haha. Anaya: Hey, at least I am trying, and stop making fun of me.

Right now doesn't feel like the right time to be telling her about the new man in my life, but I also hate holding back because I know she’ll be happy for me no matter what. “Chatting?” The way she says the single word makes it very, very clear she's digging for more information. I let out the breath I wasn't aware I was holding. “Flirting. We were flirting. And at the end of our conversation, he told me he was going to take a shower, and I told him pics or it didn't happen. I was joking, of course, but he actually sent a picture.” “Right, you were joking.” She lifts both hands and puts air quotes around the word joking. I can't help but laugh. Of course, she's going to see right through my

I tease, “because a woman this beautiful should never feel insecure about herself, I will make love to you in a way that each time you think badly about yourself you would remember how I loved each of your body parts so good that it would be an insult to hate yourself.” She chuckles before devouring my lips, “You are so good at this,” she flirts, “can’t wait to be devoured.”

"Yes. I've been hit many times." Her expression fell. She shook her head. "I'm going to kill those idiots in the Valley. Hit on is a term used when someone flirts with you. Tries to get in your pants. Take you to bed. Play doctor. Hide the salami. Get your freak on. Bump uglies." She raised her brows. I shook my head. "No. No one has ever flirted with me before." I tipped my head to the side. "At least not that I know of. Only my men have ever said they wanted to bed me. The others just took what they wanted from me."

"I mean, to climb higher than I already am. It's overwhelming and I sometimes, I just snap." I wisely keep my mouth shut and let him finish. "I almost did today, so I decided, hey why not go get drinks at that cool club instead? Maybe, you'll meet a beautiful woman." I chuckle. Is he flirting with me? Even if he's not, the humor at the end of the sentence lightens the mood a bit. "Coincidentally, I did meet a beautiful woman, only that she carried a wet patch around." I crack a genuine smile. "Are you gonna let me live that down?"

"I think you're gorgeous as hell." The words caught me off guard, and heat immediately rushed to my cheeks. Damn you, babe. "Flirting will get you very far with me, Burkhart," I said, trying to hide my smile. He chuckled. "And you wanna know what I think about you?" "What?" I slowly looked him over, letting my eyes linger on him. "I think you look manly as fuck." I licked my lips, the heat in my eyes intensifying. "And I'm so fucking attracted to that shit."

I was trying to escape the doom this could result in. “Stop acting like it’s such a big deal. It’s just flirting. Aren’t you a woman? You can have your way into his heart. If he's heartless, you can have your way into his mind. No one is incapable of falling in love. Just follow my advice, okay? I can give you a full list on what to do. My first tip would be to smile more when you’re around him, bat your eyelashes or anything, just make gestures and make sure you touch him constantly— be affectionate. Every cold-hearted person needs a warm angel to soften his frigidness.”