Matthew Hussey Quotes

The other day I got a text from a boy, but it wasn't hot. I mean, if you're going to text me every day, you haven't seen me for months and you're trying to seduce me, you'd better spice up that text and make it more exciting than 'How was your day? I hope you're having a beautiful one.' Sadly, I haven't been doing a lot of kissing lately.

The most effective coquetry is innocence.

Want to play baseball?’” she asked. Shane’s eyes opened, and he stopped stroking her hair. “What?’” “First base,’” she said. “You’re already there.’” “I’m not running the bases.’” “Well, you could at least steal second.’” “Jeez, Claire. I used to distract myself with sports stats at times like these, but now you’ve gone and ruined it.

It rarely happens otherwise than that a thorough-faced coquette dies in celibacy, as a punishment for her attempts to mislead others, by encouraging looks, words, or actions, given for no other purpose than to draw men on to make overtures that they may be rejected.

That was ridiculous," I told Dorian, once she'd left. "She's not the kind of person to fall for your flirting." "On the contrary," said Dorian. "She's exactly the kind of person to fall for it. I understand these warrior maids, you know. They live such harsh, cold lives, always trying to keep up with the men... when really, they just need someone to make them feel like a woman. And that, of course, is an area in which I excel. Why, if I'd had ten minutes alone with her—

And while my mind is telling me I'm flirting with her just to prove a point, my body wants to play "you show me your perky privates and I'll show you mine.

I think a lot of ladies found me so attractive because I was different, and I acted on that in a way.

I am very direct, to the point that I think I might make people uncomfortable! I do not know how not to be direct. I don't think there's time to waste.

Look, Rose. You don't have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You already got me.

You keep talking like that, Vane, and I might be forced to keep you.” “You keep looking at me like that, and I just might let you.

I'm too direct and too unsparingly impatient.

It’s not lying, it’s flirting.

Screw you," I told him in a low voice. "Are you offering?” "From what I've heard, there isn't much to screw," I shot back.

Anyone ever tell you you're an incredible kisser?

Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle Hal's opinion being that since the letter had a direction upon it, the intended recipient was obvious, the seal indicated plainly who had written it, and he did not waste his time in writing to fools.

I think, in many ways, certain people sought me out maybe because they liked my body language or they liked the way I wore a slit skirt, the way I cross my legs or carry my purse. It's quite inspiring to play the seduction card.

We women aren't good at hints. We like solid declarations of love and forever.

The bargain…” she mumbled. “You said I could kiss you,” came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. “But, my love…you didn’t specify where.

You bat your baby blues at tall, dark, and gruesome, and next thing you know, he's trailing you like a lost puppy.

I can still chase women, only downhill

I would like to make one thing quite clear. ... I never explain anything.

He just gotta give me that look When he give that look Then the panties comin off off

Coquetry, it's a triumph of the spirit over the senses.

I like your manly bravado," she said. "Do it some more.