A little boldness never hurt anyone.

They say February 14th is about love.
But I think it's about temptation.

About that moment when you can allow yourself to be imperfect.
Uncomfortable.
A little dangerous to someone else's composure.

I like men who don't hide behind polite distance.
Who understand that flirting isn't a one-move game.
It's tension. A glance. A pause between messages.

I'm not looking for comfort.
I'm looking for an emotion that's hard to forget.

Sometimes one "indecent" glance
says more than long confessions.
The only question is—will you dare to show it?