Quotes About Attraction

I already told you, you're not my type." "I thought you didn't have a type." "I probably shouldn't. Given how long it is since I had sex, my type should just be anyone with a penis and pulse, right?

I don't want a martyr in my bed," he drawled lightly, "so cease pretending that you don't burn for me the way I burn for you.

You think you're so irresistible," she blurted out, mortification overruling discretion. "You don't think there's a woman alive who would say no to you, do you?" "Well, let's just say that I haven't met her yet," he said dryly.

Even though he'd dragged on his jeans in a hurry, he looked utterly spectacular. Indecently handsome and more masculine than any single member of the species had a right to look.

There's more women likes to be loved than there is of those that loves.

Circe]: What is the matter? Does my kiss offend you? Do I have bad breath from hunger? Have I neglected to cleanse my sweaty armpits?

A girl, a woman who is two-thirds done, is nearer to God. A young woman on the verge of knowing herself is the most attractive thing on this earth to a man for this very reason.

A man who can effortlessly get what he wants, and right now those exquisite hazel eyes stare her down as if to devour her entire being.

Kris was in black running shorts and a tight gray T-shirt constructed from some sort of magical material that clung to his muscles and triggered a gush of epinephrine while her amygdala attempted to reconcile two conflicting signals from her prefrontal cortex: attraction and revenge. "All

He's definitely one of those men you love before you get to know.

Their hatred is so passionate that I can't help but wonder if they're attracted to each other.

Their hatred is so passionate that I can't help but wonder if they're attracted to each other." S

It made me giddy. It made me blush, worse than before. It was like liquor. It made me drunk. I drew away. When her breath came now upon my mouth, it came very cold. My mouth was wet, from hers. I said, in a whisper, 'Do you feel it?

When she spoke at last, I knew at once that she was rather drunk. "Seen something you fancy, Nancy?..." she said. I swallowed, unsure of what reply to make to her. She walked closer, then stopped a few paces from me, and continued to fix me with the same even, arrogant gaze.

It's a curious, wanting thing.

Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?

That was the deal with the really good-looking boys: they automatically assumed you were pining and panting for them and wouldn't be satisfied until you'd had their babies, no matter how ugly their personalities might be.

This time she´d totally own the goodbye and leave him wanting more.

She] had occasionally glimpsed a series of interchangeable well-groomed blondes accompanying him to work events, then Grace had rocked up with her funny-coloured hair and her funny-coloured tights, and Vaughn had been smitten. Well, as smitten as Vaughn could be.

She was so fed up with unrequited love and platonic love and all the other kinds of love that weren't passionate, romantic, can't-live-without-you, I-have-to-have-you-right-now, the-beat-of-your-heart-matches-the-beat-of-mine love.

And suddenly I got what the big deal was about kissing. How someone could suck on your bottom lip and make you come completely undone. That someone stroking the hair back from your face could make you swoon and someone sliding his hands underneath your top could make you feel wanted for the first time in your life.

She was different to other women, that's why. She hadn't gone all fluttery-eyed on him. Instead, she'd stood up to him, and for some reason that difference meant he'd lost the ability to resist. "Contrary bastard," he muttered to himself.

People say you can tell you're in love with someone when you find it impossible to get that person out of your mind. But it was my eyes that were the first to know.

It's usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.