Quotes About Attraction

Im a fan of both (Hrithik Roshan & Katrina Kaif). They look so hot together, who wouldnt want to watch them on screen?

Why is it that everything is collapsing if gravity is pulling us together?

It was those blue eyes that were really to blame, of course, but then, in all fairness, she had to admit that he was not really responsible for those. She could not look away from them even when they came closer. Finally, when she could focus no longer she had to close her eyes. But that did nothing to break the spell because by that time his mouth was on hers.

She had forgotten—ah, yes, she had forgotten just how much he could stir her blood and make her ache with longing for him.

But it was into his eyes she looked, and having once done so, she could not look away again.

She thought for one moment that he was going to kiss her and longed for the touch of his lips.

She might have said yes. It was a shameful admission to have to make even in the privacy of her own thoughts. Perhaps especially there. He exerted a very powerful magic over her. Even more powerful than when she had first known him.

He did not immediately answer. Their eyes locked and neither looked away. Camille swallowed as he pushed away from the counter and came toward her. He set one hand on the table beside hers and the other on the back of her chair. He drew breath as though to say something, but then leaned over her instead and kissed her.

Of course Diana is taken with Jack. Why else would she ignore him?

Without even realizing it, he had come running to her.

Since when had shabby men started to look impossibly attractive when immaculately tailored ones merely looked ... well, immaculately tailored? Though it was not shabby men exactly, was it, but a certain shabby man . It was really very puzzling.

And she was beginning to like him, despite everything. Perhaps she was beginning to feel a little more than liking.

If she were not very careful, she would fall in love with him. And would not that be a shocking thing?

Ah, something about young love, I believe. There is no stopping it, apparently.

And then she caught the eye of the earl across the room. He was looking intently at her as if he could read her thoughts. For a moment, caught unawares, she felt the connection there had always used to be between them. She felt breathless.

I think she is the most beautiful creature I have ever set eyes upon

Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex.

What woman below the age of thirty could look at Jack and not fall in love with him? He is almost criminally handsome and quite irresistibly roguish. What a combination. It should not be allowed.

I find myself decidedly breathless when I am so close to you.

He is enjoying the situation . . . I can tell. I know his type. Too handsome for his own good. Thinks that he is the answer to every woman's prayer. Thinks he has only to crook a finger to make a woman come running. Thinks he can make me flush and simper and flutter my eyelashes merely by raising that eyebrow. There should be a law that gentlemen can raise only both eyebrows together or none at all. There really should.

He wanted her. He did not say so, but the evidence was there for her, and it was indisputable. He wanted her. And she wanted him, with an ache that drugged her mind again. It had been so long. So very long. And it had never been exciting. Never anything but briefly and mildly pleasurable. But she ached to be possessed again, to feel her femininity affirmed again. And with him. With him it would be good. Very good.

And he must have felt her desire. And her surrender. He might have made her his.

Light flirtation was in danger of giving way to something less comfortable.

What is going to happen between you and me in that time? Are we going to do what we both want to do?