We could be so much more than friends. You make that clear every time you look into my eyes or compliment my ass. I’ve thought about making a move and frankly, I don’t really know why I haven’t already. The sexual tension between us is driving me crazy.
I want something to happen already. I’m sick of waiting, but I don’t want to screw things up between us by being impatient. I’m trying to play it cool, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep up the act when all I want to do is grab you and kiss you.
You have to see it, too. There’s no way that you don’t feel what I feel. I refuse to believe that it’s one-sided. You’re as turned on as I am — you just haven’t admitted it yet.
You’re sexy AF. It’s not just your eyes and your abs. I’m attracted to your personality, as well. I love the flirty banter that we share and the playful way that we always end up joking around.
Every touch feels electric. It doesn’t matter if you hug me or accidentally brush your arm against mine. Every single time we touch, I feel like I’m going to explode. I just want to feel your hands all over my body.
I can’t think straight around you. I’m surprised by how good I am at flirting with you when I can barely think when you’re in the vicinity. You cloud my mind. Whenever you’re around, the only thing I can think about is how badly I want you in my bed.
You’re turning me into a cliche. Men never have a big impact on me, but you’re the exception. Whenever I’m around you, there are butterflies in my stomach and frogs in my throat. You’ve made me experience every single one of the cliches I used to make fun of.
I’m waiting for you to make the first move. I know that I could always make it, but I’m old fashioned and a little bit shy. I just wish that you would be the ballsy one and make the first move so we could take our relationship to the next level.
Just looking at you gets me going. You don’t have to say anything to make me want you. All you have to do is look my way and I’ll start picturing you naked. It sounds dumb, but I seriously can’t help myself.TT
I want to sleep with you. Normally, I like to take things slow, but I can’t wait to rip your clothes right off. I don’t want to share a small kiss, wait a week until we make out, and then wait another few weeks to sleep with you. I want you right here, right now.
I don’t know what to do. I’m not sure if I should continue to casually flirt with you or if I should let you know how much I like you. I don’t want to make the wrong move and push you away. In fact, that’s the last thing I want.
I wonder if you’re as into it as I am. Do you feel this level of sexual tension with every other woman you come across? Or am I something special to you? I’m hoping it’s the latter, because you’re definitely the only man that I want.