Witty Flirty Quotes Novels & Stories

Now, I don't mean you should go around hitting every guy who looks at Robin and appreciates her beauty. BE GENEROUS AND FLIRTY: Gifts and compliments earn your extra points in a relationship. If you feel her outfit or hair is nice, then don't be stingy with your compliments, praise her beauty, run errands and do favours for her to your best ability. A little flirting won't hurt, you should push her hair back and hold her hands, girls find this really romantic.

I smirked at her. "I was drunk, it's difficult." She made a sad pout. "So go and drink more," I said sarcastically. "Stop punishing me." She cried out, hitting my chest. "Aww! You're looking cute with this face, Butterfly." I made a puppy face like her to tease her. She chuckled, "you're also looking adorable like me now." She pulled my cheeks. "You want me or not?" Now I asked her in a stern tone. "I'm craving for you." She whispered after coming close to my lips and placing her hands on my face.

Alpha Caelum spoke, “I instantly knew you were the only one my eyes would enjoy looking at for the rest of my life.” I closed my eyes as I softly laughed at his sentiment. “You’re always bad at flirting.” “How so?” “Those words are awkward.” “Awkward?” He raised a brow. “I thought it's poetic—and romantic.” I bit my lower lip. He shook his head and his knees sank deeper into the carpet, kneeling before me as formally as anyone could. “Then, will you let me awkwardly flirt with you for the rest of your life, Lilly Farrow? Today, and the days to come?”

"Are you playing with fire?" "Not at all," she said coyly, her voice soft yet provocative. "I'm just worried you'll suffocate from holding back. A man like you—so lofty, so cold—must find most women unworthy of your attention. Especially after tasting me, don't other women seem flavorless?" Juliet's lips curved into a teasing smile as she licked them deliberately, winking at him. "Look at me, I'm burning with passion. Can't you at least give me a little reaction?"

Me: Yes, because we're not close. Ramil: We were close last weekend in Cavite, right? (laugh emoji) Me: I had no choice back then. Could you not act like we're close? Ramil: So, you're only replying to me now because you have no choice? Me: I'm bored. Ramil: I hope you're bored every day (blushing smiley emoji) Both my cheeks warmed up like the emoji Ramil used. Me: Hey, Ramil. Stop being flirty. Find another girl to bother.

I stared at her. My lips parted slightly, then closed again. For a moment, I couldn't find the right words to respond. Of course. Vivian never wasted an opportunity to throw in a flirty comment. Not even once. She could turn the most normal conversation into something else. “You really don’t miss a chance, do you?” I finally muttered. “Miss a chance with you? Never in this lifetime,” she replied with a teasing smile. I sighed and shook my head, pretending to be annoyed.

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.

She suggested meaningfully. I felt a flutter in my chest at her words. Was she flirting with me? I couldn't help but feel a little flustered. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound casual. She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from mine. "I mean, maybe you need someone to help you forget about your problems," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Someone like me.

“I don’t.” “Good.” Relief washes over me. “I was only flirting because I thought we’d get off the plane and never see each other again.” “Right.” He smirks, clearly amused. “Not that I don’t think you’re amazing,” I add. “Because if I were that kind of woman, I’d definitely be interested in you. We’d be fucking like...” I stop while searching for the right comparison. “Rabbits?” he suggests. “Yes.” He raises both hands.

“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”