Boyfriend Synonym Novels & Stories

“Boyfriend? Isn’t he a little... old for that?” Technically, she wasn’t wrong. I let out another laugh, dry this time. “Yeah,” I said. “But I don’t think there’s a better word for what we are.” Because “boyfriend” didn’t quite cover it—and neither did anything else. Whatever Adrian and I were, it didn’t follow human rules.

She directed her irritation toward her daughter, who stopped laughing almost immediately. “Yes, Mom,” Alexa replied obediently, sharing a look with her cousin, who only smiled back. “At least I have an interest, I don’t see you parading around a boyfriend,” Isaac stated under his breath, but he wasn’t as quiet as he thought he was. “Mommy, what’s a boyfriend?” Gabriella asked innocently, her little six-year-old mind curious over a new word she didn’t understand. “Well, Gabby, uhm, a boyfriend is… well it’s someone who loves and protects you, someone who you might marry someday,” Jean stumbled over her words unsure of how to explain the idea to the child.

"I made the call, 'Boyfriend'." "Boyfriend?" Shaun repeated, his voice warm but edged with amusement. "What? You don't like being called that?" He pulled her closer, eyes gleaming. "Boyfriend's fine. But I like a two-syllable title even more."

I'm presuming this is the asshole boyfriend! I'm desperate to get rid of the smirk on the attractive boy's face. He has the audacity to touch what is mine. Because of the change in my manner, I can see Kyle on full alert as well. He knows I'm going to unleash my wrath on this jerk any minute now. "Elliot, this is Matt, my boyfriend. Matt, this is Elliot, my dearest best friend, who I'm telling you about." And fuck if I don't see red right now. I'm the best friend. The fucking best friend only, while the asshole is the boyfriend. I so badly want to kill the person who invented the word best friend! When can I ever get out of this best friend zone?

” He said plainly and switched the call to loudspeaker. I froze, his words hanging between us like smoke from a blown-out candle. ‘boyfriend. Not a course mate, a friend, or an acquaintance. A “boyfriend.” The way he said it made my stomach twist into tighter knots, half because of the knowing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth and half because I couldn’t figure out what game he was playing.

"I do not know. Just intense." "Are you okay." "Yes. Just tired." "Go to sleep." "I will." I put my phone down. I thought about Damon. About his eyes. About his hands. About the way he looked at Laura. No one had ever looked at me like that. My boyfriend looked at me like I was a trophy. Something to show off. Something to prove he had made it. Damon looked at Laura like she was air. Like he would die without her. I wanted someone to look at me like that.

Oliver leaned back against the headboard, pulling her against his chest so they were both comfortable in the afterglow. “So just to clarify. You are my boyfriend now, right?” Harper asks, then she laughs lightly. “‘Boyfriend’ sounds so juvenile. But I can’t think of a better word, there is ‘lover’ but that makes me sound like your mistress or something. ‘Partner’ is more inclusive but runs the risk of being mistaken as a purely business relationship,” she thinks out loud. Oliver’s arms tightened around her at her question, a genuine smile spreading across his face. The word ‘boyfriend’ seemed to catch him off guard, but in a pleasant way. “Yes. I am your boyfriend, and I don’t give a damn if

Maybe he asked Roby to leave me, but Roby ignored him. "Sin, who is Hery?" "Just Sintia's ex-boyfriend, Roby?" "I see, there is really no relationship?" "Yes, we broke up a few months ago." "Okay, forget it, maybe he still loves you." "Yes, but not Sintia." Roby is a very good boyfriend to me, he is polite, affectionate and understanding. We already know each other well in our family, even Roby's eldest brother is my mother's best friend. For me, Roby is not only a girlfriend, he is a brother, a friend, and a friend to share all my complaints. This is what makes me dare to love him, and expect the dreams and dreams of living with him. Maybe ahead of destiny, but I'm just trying, to be the be

“You were incredible.” “Yeah?” His hands fisted in my jacket. “You proud of me?” “So fucking proud.” I kissed him hard, not caring if someone walked by. “My boyfriend, the Co-Director. Very impressive.” “Boyfriend sounds so juvenile.” His mouth curved against mine. “Need a better title.” “Partner?” “Closer.” He nipped my bottom lip. “But I was thinking more like ‘person Nikolai’s disgustingly in love with.’” “Bit of a mouthful.”

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