Novel & Cerita Buenos Dias Amor Mio

Her body glided to me effortlessly, her chest against mine, my arms around her waist, my gaze locked with her — that was the only reality I wanted to live in. I smiled, caressing her cheeks, “my amoris, my love, my Zeve. You wanted to know what amoris meant, right?” She nodded. The redness from her cheeks had reached her ears, painting her skin in a light shade of pink. “Amoris means love.” Her restless eyes fixated on mine. Tears lined her eyelids, and I knew she understood what that one word had meant all this time.

I gasp internally as I witness none other than our Senior Capo crying hysterically in front of a tree. "Amore mio" (My love) he looks up at the sky, wailing loudly, I look at the entrance, is Madam Guilia also arriving here? Why is he calling for her like this? "Il mio cuore, il mio amore" (My heart, my love) he rubs the ground. What is he doing to the ground?

I took her hand and looked at her beautiful face. "Hey mi amor, you've been out for quite some time, I really miss you," I whispered, and at the end, I felt my tears I wiped them away and continued "You have to wake up mi amor, I don't know what I would do going another day without seeing those beautiful blue and green eyes, without hearing your angelic voice. Por favor mi amor desperate," I said closing my eyes and bringing her hand to my lips (please my love wake up) As I kiss her hand I look up and see her beautiful eyes staring at me.

His heart jumped with joy, and he wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her there forever. “I’m honored, amore mio!” Amelia smiled, her cheeks coloring at the endearment he used for the second time since he arrived on her doorstep. She knew what the word 'amore’ meant. It meant love! She understood what ‘mio’ meant. It meant my. She had searched for a way to confess her feelings to him in Italian. It made her understand a few endearments in the language she loved. So, Matteo called her my love in his native tongue!

"Sergio?" "Yes, Bambolina" "Ti amo tanto" [I love you so much]

The paper said- 'My dear husbands, wish you a very good morning. I hope you slept well and not missing me much. I'm in the kitchen waiting for you so please take a shower first and get ready then come downstairs. The chocolates are for you. Bye. Your Pequeña bebe Charlatán and Amor'

Wanted the last few hours of freedom to be his to manage however he needed. I stood on the sidewalk outside his apartment building at eight in the morning and watched him put a small bag in the trunk of the car service he'd called. He walked over to me. "This is it." "For now." "For three and a half years." "Less with good behavior." "Maybe." He touched my face. "I love you. I'm going to keep loving you. Even when I'm gone. Even when distance makes it hard. I'm going to love you and try to deserve you and hope that when I get out, you're still here."

I moaned, breathless and wrecked, his name falling from my lips like a desperate plea for more. Then, I came hard, soaking the sheets, just as he spilled himself deep inside me. "Dios mío..." he breathed, kissing my ass. He turned me around, gripping my neck softly, his lips claiming mine as his fingers teased my nipples, drawing moans into the kiss. "Te amo tanto, tesoro." (I love you so fucking much.) I didn't need to speak Spanish. His eyes said it all.

I’m so jealous. [Rue’s probably crying, right? She’s been pursuing you all these years, and in the end, she’s just a pastime to you.] [I hope her tears don’t drown you, dude!] [If she cries, she cries. Worst case, I’ll spend a little time coaxing her. I guarantee it won’t even take two days before she comes running back to me. It’s been years. You think I don’t know her by now? Listen up, Joanna will be my future wife. Don’t get it wrong… Sh*t! I think I forgot to log out of WhatsApp on computer!]

Remembering that Ethan had asked me to give him a call, I dialed his number and took the phone to my ear. “Mi Amor” he said, picking after the first ring. I blushed hard at what he called me. I knew Mi Amor meant my love in spanish. “I’m done” I tried to ignore the excitement I felt from him calling me that. “Hmm okay, meet me at the office” he replied. I said a few words and then we ended the call. I walked out of the building, and towards the car that Roland had parked somewhere. “Ma’am” Roland signaled, as he walked closer to the passenger side, opening the door for me. I hopped in, and watched him close the door. He took a turn to the driver’s side and hopped in.