Flirty Quotes Novels & Stories

Julia made a big show of wiping her mouth before both of them burst into laughter. I shook my head, not taking their jesting seriously. “I froze. I couldn’t help it. He was so—I don’t know—gorgeous, beautiful, handsome. There aren’t enough adjectives to describe him. You guys know I always freeze up. It was nothing new. I have no game. I suck at flirting.” I made a pouty face. “I’m going to be a spinster and have thirty cats.”

The playful glint never left his eyes. I couldn't help but giggle, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly. "Irresistible charm, huh? Flattery will get you everywhere." He chuckled in response, the warmth in his laughter making my heart flutter. "I don't need flattery. I have you blushing without even trying." I rolled my eyes playfully, pretending to be unimpressed. "You're just lucky, that's all." His fingers traced lazy patterns on the table, mirroring the circles he had drawn on the back of my hand. "Luck or charm, you're here with me, and that's all that matters."

I am finding a cute flirty friend within him, I think I misunderstood him earlier. "So giving my proposal a thought? Humm Mrs Singhal. " He asks. No ways! I giggled. But I was thinking you are a good friend. I thought of you to be a jerk, I thought you are this flirty with everyone. "Quite blunt again; Aish. Saying such harsh things about your friend. Though the second one is correct I do like flirting; but don't worry if I would be having the hottest, sexiest women by my side who would flirt with other girls. He said winking. "

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 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!”

He asked and I let out a chuckle to his surprise. I'm equally surprised that I'm laughing instead of raining curses on him or either panicking. "What's funny, sweetheart?" He asked and moved closer a bit, I took a step backward and regained my stand. "Your flirting skill is eerie and very old school, I think you should stick to your wife or if your prick wants some other pussy to dig, I advise you go look for one that suits your age." I drawled sarcastically and a frown graced his face. "Don't you think you're being so intrepid?"

I'll enjoy every thrust and scream not horror, but in pleasure. “You’re staring, Mr. Potty,” I teased, telling him that he's doing the very thing he hated most. “People get ideas when you do that. I might get wrong ideas.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, biting down on my bottom lip like candy. He leaned in close, chestnut eyes glowing like embers. “What do you think I’m thinking when I stare at you?” he asked, voice low, almost a whisper. “Something only perverts would think,” I giggled, flirty as hell, just like how I do whenever there were cameras around meme, especially when I'm talking to someone I want to please.

sweet? More importantly, what the fuck was wrong with me? He smirked, flirty , "The only pretty thighs I want to get in between are yours, Amor." Yep, still an asshole. Cue the eye roll.

“That’s you being flirty.” "Flirty, huh?” He leaned in just a little more until all of my curled fingers were against his ultra-soft charcoal grey sweater, his lips curling into a teasing smile. Then, his voice dropped, low and smooth like honey. “Now I’m curious, how flirty am I exactly, in your expert opinion?" I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, and I absolutely hated it. He was too close, and those eyes... I had to look away before I started doing something ridiculously embarrassing, like staring at his lips for too long or, God forbid, blushing like a schoolgirl.

“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.