Novel & Cerita Cara Membuktikan Sayang Kepada Pacar

“You can’t even consider me good.” “That’s not true,” he countered. “I thought you were over belittling yourself.” “I will always be inferior, Ambert.” “Jesus, Layla!” Then, he stopped and she heard him breathing hard. ‘Okay, how can I prove to you that I really love you?” Marry me!

"My mother used to say that even though words speak volumes on their own, action speak louder. If beating the crap out of me is the way you show your love-" Alistair step closer to October, causing her to lose her voice. "Isn't this enough to show you how much I love you?" October was afraid to answer, but she did anyway. "Love is difficult, but buying things for someone doesn't prove anything. I will be satisfied with even the smallest things." Alistair snarled out. "Tell me, tell me what I can do, then."

“What? I really love you Psyche. Please believe me.” “Then Prove it.” He looked at me with confusion. “Prove? How can I prove it?” “Kiss me.” I said. “Kiss? What’s that? Can I eat that?” “It’s a proof that you really love someone.” “Huh? But how can I do that?’ “seriously, Cleidon? You don’t know how to kiss?” “Sorry, I don’t really have any idea about Kiss.” “Fine, I’ll be the one to kiss you instead.”

"How do you know your love is more sincere than mine?! As long as we are together we even support each other, then what is the proof that your love is more sincere than my love?!!" Joe took a breath then exhaled slowly, the boy tried not to be carried away by emotions like the girl who was standing in front of him now. "It should be without me saying you can feel it, you can judge from my attention, my behavior and the way I love you, why are you still wondering? I was the first to express love, chased you tirelessly, was there for you and tirelessly tried to be a good boyfriend with a way to avoid a ruckus between us."

“Prove it. You said you are his girlfriend, right? Prove it to me.” I freeze. Prove? How's that done? Isn't love a feeling that happens in the heart? How is it shown outside? By saying ‘I love you’? Me and Lorcan saying that to each other. I shake my head. That's not possible from his side. He would run away rather than saying those words to me.Then what should be done? Kiss! A kiss will do. I have to kiss him. Yes! The only option to save both his arse and mine.

I moaned in sweet delight. "Tell me, baby. How can I prove my feelings to you? How can I make you believe what I feel for you is true? That I love you more than life itself? How can I convince you that I feel like I need you more than the air I breathe?" He spoke as in between his touch adorations of kneading and kissing. Then he continued as I balanced my body with both hands leaning on the bed behind my back, making my chest mounds well-presented to his hands and mouth.

He said and I stared at him. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the saying that Action speaks louder than words,” He said and I nodded, still thinking of how I can start. “How do I begin?” “Begin What?” “Start showing her that I love her without having to say it,” I said and he smiled. “You know if you show her the love and care, she can actually figure it out on her own,” He said and my heart started beating unusually. “So?” “Start with anything you can think of,” He smiled and stood.

He said and I let out a sigh of relief. “For a moment there I thought you were talking about something else." “About what?" Ayo looked confused. “Forget about that, but you don't need to rush into anything, don't spend all your money on her because you want to please her, that will only turn you to her new ATM machine. You get?" “Yeah but how can I prove that I love her?" He said helplessly and I signed. “Man you got so much to learn, luckily for you, you have the master of the ladies to teach you." I said, sounding proud.

Lucian's fist clenched inside his sleeve. But I didn't react the way either of them expected. My voice came out flat. "So. You lied to me." He didn't know how to answer. He just nodded. "Oh? And what proof do you have that you're my mate?" He hadn't expected the question. He scrambled for an answer. "I have photos of us. I kept every love letter you ever wrote me. All of it—that's proof of how much I love you." I shook my head. "I'm not stupid. I can see perfectly well. If you really loved me, you wouldn't have handed me off to someone else. If you really loved me, you wouldn't have cheated on me behind my back."

"And I can prove to you how much I love you if you want me to." ~~~~ To Be Continued…