Pasta Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

, she said, smiling. "I know you reek of it too....now start spilling, what have you done?", She asked. I sighed, as I opened the box of food I had ordered earlier. I dipped the fork in the food, twirling it round the pasta as I took a big bite. Well...I kind of wanted to but time, but she wasn't even allowing me. "Girl.,I'm listening", she said. "Fine", I said, slurping my pasta. "It does reek of sex",i said

I called to Bianna. She lifted one pepper like a toast. “Bless.” “I want pasta,” Max said without looking up. “I want the twirly kind,” Issa said. “You want whatever I give you, and you’re going to pretend it was your choice,” I answered. I went back inside, washed my hands, and opened the fridge.

“Yeah, what type of food do you like?” “Hmm, something Italian? I’m craving for pasta. How about you?” A woman who knows what she likes. Sigh,will you refrain to being amazing in my eyes, Lila? I snaked my arms on her waist when she reached me. “I’m craving for you.” I whispered, looking at her eyes, looking through her soul. The way her cheeks blushed made me smirk. Oh, cutie. “I-I meant food,” she said looking away. I can’t help but chuckled from her reaction. Okay, I’ll stop teasing her now. “I want pasta, too. Let’s go, I know a good place.”

**Khalid:** I’ll wait. The penthouse smelled like garlic, herbs, and something savory when I arrived just after eight. Khalid stood in the open kitchen, sleeves rolled up, stirring a pan with more focus than I’d seen him give most things lately. He looked up as I set my bag down, and for a moment, the smile he gave me reached his eyes. “Pasta puttanesca,” he said. “Your favorite. Or at least it used to be.” I slipped off my heels, the cool marble soothing my aching feet. “It still is.”

Maxwell smirked and told him with a light laugh, “Nope man and it looks like your pasta dreams just died.” Chuckling at his ugly look, Michael added calmly, “Pasta is not going anywhere, but you are if you don’t eat your food. And besides, it's really delicious.” Xander glared at both of them and said with a displeased look, “You people are heartless.” Maxwell laughed and responded back with a nonchalant look on his face, “Eat your porridge, patient.”

I almost smiled at the thought. “I thought you weren't very interested in me paying back.” “Remember you turned down that offer.” I never really wanted to be indebted to him on the account of my father's debts anyways. “Well, I will surely pay you back, Chairman Jay Adams,” I said half rolling my eyes and he chuckled. I tasted the cheesy pasta. “Mmh-mh. This is nice.” Typical Mrs Caro’s pasta. I just knew she was the one that made it. “Any plans for today? Like us going to the movies or some lovely place?”

I can't help not to laugh at his answer. "Where did you get that, past girlfriends?" I asked shaking my head. "Well, let me tell you, sweetheart, I'm not like your past girlfriends who only eat vegetables for fear of fats and calories, and besides I'm not a vegetarian who doesn't eat meat, because I love meat, especially in pasta and meatballs." I smiled when his fork stopped in mid-air. I called the attention of one of the waiter. "Buongiorno sigñora, how can I help you?" ( good morning ma'am.)

Patrícia finally relaxed in his arms, feeling her heart gradually slow. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes and, with a gentle smile, tried to change the focus of the conversation. “How about we go to a pasta restaurant today?” he suggested in a lighter tone. “I need to see you smiling again. And no one can resist good Italian pasta.” She let out a weak laugh. “Are you trying to win me over with food now?” “Always. It’s my new strategy,” he replied with a charming smile. “After all, they say the way to someone’s heart is through their stomach.”

I stared at him. “Excuse me?” Ava covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. “Eli…” “What?” he defended. “It is.” I pointed toward the dining room. “Food. Now.” He sighed dramatically. “Cake and iced tea.” I raised an eyebrow. “That’s your dinner?” He shrugged. “Yes.” Ava thought for a moment. “Same. Or maybe a pastry.” She paused. “I’m actually craving Mom’s pasta.” My chest tightened again. Her pasta.

If he's smart, he'd back off. Dylan thought "someone" was a guy. Hopefully, he'd think so as well. And I'm back to thinking about him. Ugh. It's the weird pizza guy's fault. I cringe my nose and frown, tapping my feet impatiently. "If you were here with me, I'd never leave your side. Not for a second." Gross. That's hand's down the worse pickup line I've gotten in a while. Seriously? "Thank you." I mumble, biting my bottom lips in annoyance. Fuck, when will this pizza get off the fricking oven?