#flirt

Rafe didn't just flirt-he charmed girls right up to the point where they fell for him, then he changed his mind.I called him a player with attention deficit disorder. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#change

You can possess a book without really owning it, though. Beyond ownership in a commercial or legal sense, there’s ownership of an emotional or metaphysical kind - when a book speaks so powerfully to us that we feel it’s ours exclusively: that it exists just tor us. People we meet sometimes have this effect too; they look into our eyes, and speak in a hushed, intimate voice, and make us feel we’re uniquely important to them - before going on to do the same to someone else. In life, we call these people flirts. The best books are flirtatious, too, since they seem to be ours alone when in reality they’re anyone’s. ↗

— Blake Morrison

#twelve-thoughts-about-reading #life

She has to have a cool personality, good sense of humor, and she has to like rock music like me so we can blast together! ↗

— Tyler Posey

#love-life #life

To have a man who can flirt is next thing to indispensable to a leader of society. ↗

— Margaret Oliphant

#indispensable #leader #man #next #next thing

There are times not to flirt. When you're sick. When you're with children. When you're on the witness stand. ↗

— Joyce Jillson

#flirt #sick #stand #times #witness

He told me that when we first met, he had said to a friend about me: “If I get that girl’s number I will never ask another girl for her number again. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#falling-in-love #flirting #great-love #love #relationships

You never did master a leer." - Katharine Murray, Death on the Family Tree ↗

— Patricia Sprinkle

#leer #lust #death

You’re just a figment of my imagination. A fantasy?” “Yes.” He didn’t dare move. “Then why are you still wearing clothes? ↗

— Mina Khan

#fantasy #flirting #dreams

Beyond these moments, she could hardly count the fumbling ministrations of boys in high school who, even to her senior prom, never went beyond sticky pleasantries. With one exception, it was just a sort of half-clothed handshake for bragging rights, none hers. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#flirting #high-school #sex #sexy #dreams

You know what I used to dream about, in stir?" His voice was hoarse, the words low and fast and faintly guttural. "I used to dream about you. You were the only clean and good and decent thing left in my life, and I would dream about you. I used to dream about taking your clothes off piece by piece, and what you would look like naked, and how it would feel to fuck you really good. I used to dream about that in high school, too. In fact, I got off almost every night for the last fourteen years, dreaming about you." Rachel's lips parted with shock. Speechless, she stared at him wide-eyed for what seemed an eternity while her heart suddenly hammered and her throat went dry. "I'm fucking tired of dreaming, ↗

— Karen Robards

#funny #sex #dreams