“It’s only sixteen ninety-five,” I say with a flutter of my lashes…”

“It’s only sixteen ninety-five,” I say with a flutter of my lashes.

“You’re serious.”

I prop my hands on my waist and stick out a hip, striking a pose worthy of a supermodel. “Look at me. Don’t I look serious?”

She collapses into the chair outside the dressing room in a fit of giggles so cute they make my insides fizz. “No! You must be stopped,” she says.

“Why?” I strut down an aisle of yellowed lingerie, swiveling my hips, batting bras with flicks of my fingers. “I will be the king of the disco. I will be—” I spin and strike another pose. “An inspiration.”
She sniffs and swipes at her eyes. “The real Dylan would die before he’d be seen in public in something like that.”

“The real Dylan is boring.” I brace my hands on the arms of her chair and lean down until our faces are a whisper apart. “And he’s not one fourth the kisser I am.”

“Is that right?” Her lips quirk.

“You know it is.”

Her smile melts, and her breath comes faster. “Yeah. I do.”

Good Life Cute Quotes for Her by Stacey Jay, Romeo Redeemed