#flirting

Rowena Clark and I had met on the first day of our mixed media class. I’d sat down at her table and said, “Mind if I join you? Figure the best way to learn about art is to sit with a masterpiece.” Maybe I was in love, but I was still Adrian Ivashkov. Rowena had fixed me with a flat look. “Let’s get one thing straight. I can see through crap a mile away, and I like girls, not guys, so if you can’t handle me telling you what’s what, then you’d better take your one-liners and hair gel somewhere else. I don’t go to this school to put up with pretty boys like you. I’m here to face dubious employment options with a painting degree and then go get a Guinness after class.” I’d scooted my chair closer to the table. “You and I are going to get along just fine. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#carlton-college #flirting #palm-springs #richelle-mead #the-fiery-heart

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

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 are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#love #pick-up-line #love

Hey, where are you going?" His voice, confused yet curious, called after me. "Hey. Why didn't your mother name you Maybe, or We'll see, or What's-Your-Number? That way, we could call our first born Absolutely. ↗

— Linda Kage

#romance #teenage-love #love

He turned and quickly removed his pants. My eyes grew huge, since he wore nothing underneath. I started to stammer, trying to avert my gaze,his sex all but riveting my eyes as I stared, blatantly helpless.“We will not make love. You’re in this bed as a friend. Why make things difficult?” I was hot all over; his body was perfect, strong, welcoming and oh-so-alive. ↗

— Alisha Basso

#temptation #undressing #love

He isn’t so much flirting,” Cerise murmured. “Either he doesn’t like me or he doesn’t know how.” “Of course he likes you. You’re lovely. He probably just doesn’t get it. Some men have to be hit over the head with it. Her aunt rolled her eyes. “I thought I’d have to draw your uncle Jean a giant sign. That or kidnap him and have my evil way with him, until he got the message. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#love

Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.” Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#grace-brisbane #sam-roth #seduction #self-control #grace

Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#flirting #sex #woman

Give me a few minutes.” “You have time.” He sat in the grass. “Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” “Yes. Watching pretty peasant girls is what we poor little rich boys do best.” “Peasant?” He shrugged. “You started the name calling. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#flirting #sarcasm #rich