Christmas Letter For Boyfriend Novels & Stories

At the bottom of the bag, a folded note rested. His throat tightened as he reached for it, unfolding the paper carefully. The writing had been scratched out with two heavy strokes, but the words beneath were still legible: "Hi Jaxon, it’s me again. Another year, another birthday to celebrate you, and yet, I feel the same excitement as if it were the first. Happy Birthday, Jaxon Waverely. I hope one day, you’ll see how much you mean to me—not just as a brother and a PA, but as something more… as a lover."

He was looking at me without blinking. "When I fell ill on Christmas Eve, you had a family dinner to attend, but you stayed by my side all night just to look after me. When I went to London for a one month internship, you wrote me so many letters. When I asked you why you were writing letters when you could simply text me or call me, then you said that letters are more romantic and these letters would hold the memories of this time." Tears were falling from my eyes continuously, I was waiting for him to say something, but he was silent.

I added. Logan frowned, looking as if he didn't quite believe our story, making me feel terrible. Does he really think I couldn't get a relationship? "Whatever, I'm calling you about Christmas "he didn't ask anymore. "O.. Christmas? "I stammered. Did he think about me after all these years? Could he really want to start acting like a father? Gustaf turned away, starting to open the first pastry that was resting in the machine. "Yes, what do you say we spend Christmas together? Your boyfriend can come too, I don't mind.

“What about that boyfriend of yours? Jerry, or whatever his name was?” “Jason,” I corrected, trying not to sound too bitter. “He went on a road trip with his hockey team.” Mr. Davidson’s face softened, and he looked genuinely sympathetic. “I’m sorry to hear that, Gina. Well, I just wanted to drop off these letters—the mailman put them in my box by accident again.” I took the letters from him, avoiding eye contact. I couldn’t help but feel a little pathetic—here I was, alone in the house for the whole weekend, and I couldn’t even get my boyfriend to come over. Mr. Davidson probably thought I was ridiculous.

I've never been in love and being in love with you has made me the happiest man on earth. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are my one and only. And of course, another year, another Christmas spent with you and this year, it's going to be slightly different but I'm always going to be there with you through every Christmas that we spend (that's never going to change) for as long as we both live. So, Merry Christmas to my one and only love! I'm probably exaggerating with the exclamation mark but don't mind me, yeah? Open your present, sweetheart and take that baby for a ride.

I shake my head, “No, I’m just going to buy gifts for my parents and sister.” He glanced at me, “I didn’t know that you have a sister,” he says. “Can I just go with you? I wanna meet your family.” I looked at him and raised my eyebrow on him. “No, you have to spend your christmas with you Dad,” I say. That’s my other excuse since I haven’t told my parents that I have a boyfriend. I’m afraid that my Mom will pull my hair because of it! “But I also wanna spend the christmas with you,” he says. A smiled suddenly plastered on my face.

However, I think what he loved most was the album of pictures that I made of our pack and us. When he unwrapped the gift, his smile is so disarming that I nearly lose my breath. My boyfriend might look like every woman’s dream, with his dark, wavy hair and muscular physique, and he may be an animal in the sack, but in his heart, he’s so innocent and sweet. “The present was amazing, Lena.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to his chest until we’re nose-to-nose. “You’ve given me the gift of Christmas and family, and there’s nothing more I’d ever ask for.

I will wait for you to be ready. Your Boyfriend, Wesley “Pretty presumptuous of you to call yourself my boyfriend after one date,” I teased, turning the paper towards him. “Just keep reading,” he laughed, shaking his head and handing me the next letter in the stack. I opened it and pulled it out, keeping my eyes on him until the last second. Dear Twinkle Toes, I am speechless. Or, I was speechless. I have words now, obviously, since I’m writing them down to you in this letter.

I guess I'm finishing earlier than I planned. "Is that an order?" I ask cheekily. "Yes it's an order. I want my boyfriend back," he says and I nod as I get up from the desk. I stop in front of him and he pulls me to his body so he can kiss me. I hold onto his shoulders and let him push me against the wall as we makeout passionately. "I am sorry," I say between kisses. He pulls back a little and looks at me with a small smile. "For what? Working non stop? Neglecting me? Leaving me alone on Christmas-"

I emphasize the word boyfriend, not ready for any matchmaking scheme. “Boyfriend, huh?” he murmurs, eyes still fixed on her. “Not husband?” “Hunter, don't even think about it.” “I’ll take my apology one way or another, Sloane. It's best you and your boyfriend start writing that letter.”