Cute Drawing For Your Girlfriend Novels & Stories

His hand moves slowly, like he’s afraid she’ll vanish if he moves too fast, and rests on her back. “Is that right?” His voice is rough, barely above a whisper. “And how do you feel about that?” She juts out a tiny finger as she points at him questioningly. “Will you buy me lots of presents on my birthday and Christmas?” David chuckles slightly. “I will if you promise to be a good girl. Do we have a deal?” he says stretching his pinkie. “Deal.” She replies, hooking her pinkie to his. Then she holds out her drawing. “I made this for you. It’s us on a boat. Mommy said you like boats.”

With a sigh, I shook my head at her silliness. She snagged the note again, quickly doodling a picture of two people, obviously a boy and a girl. I laughed to myself as she made the boy's neck and shoulders look like the Incredible Hulk. She drew crowns on each figure's head and wrote "Prom King and Queen?" I rolled my eyes. Then she wrote "Isaac + Tru" under the picture and slipped it back to me with a giggle. She was killing me!

So hungry with need my good girl. I slide one finger into her while I suck on her clit making her eyes roll back as her hands mess with my hair. She tastes so good, I don’t know how I managed to stay away from her, but I am not staying one second longer, she is mine, and I am hers, from head to toe.

He opened his backpack, drew out a black, thick sketchpad, and then flipped some pages before presenting it to me. He showed me an etched drawing of a beautiful girl with her long fingers brushed on her hair and as though her charcoal eyes were looking straight at me. “You can draw? Drake, this is amazing!” I gasped. He scratched his hair. “It’s not much. I’m still practicing.” “It looks beautiful to me.” I stared at the drawing. “She looks so real. Who is she?” Probably his crush? Please, let it not be his crush. “No one. Just in my imagination. I haven’t tried realism yet.”

Sighing heavily, he continued drawing not wanting to divert his attention. Her cute egg-shaped eyes roamed around disturbing him to another level. Sanskar lifted his eyes from his drawing board and drifted it towards the side where the girl was standing. She was lost in the painting. Her priceless expression makes him giggle. She is indeed a cute bubbly girl and he is attracted for sure.

Her. “However,” I interjected, allowing a moment of suspense to linger in the air. “I also have a cute sidekick.” “A cute sidekick?” her gaze narrowing in intrigue. With a click, the next slide lit up the screen, revealing a heartwarming image of Liam and me. “I have a son who adores you like no other. And you love him just as deeply. Since you’re my girlfriend, you get him in the package deal.” “I accept that,” she replied, her voice soft with affection as she gazed at the image of Liam.

Coco sighed in relief at the last stroke. “Finally.” “Was it boring dating me?” Lucas asked. “What?” Coco was stunned at his question, and she hurriedly denied it. “No, I’m not drawing you because I was bored. The image of you reading the comic just now was lovely, and I couldn’t help but… draw you.” Her expression changed as she added, “By the way, do you mind it?” “It’s fine. I promised you that you could draw me in exchange for being my girlfriend,” Lucas said.

"Thanks." My heart speeds up. His shyness. It's remembering me of someone. No. I shake my head. "You okay?" He softly asks. "Yeah...I'm fine. So, why did you choose them as your drawing theme?" I raise an eyebrow. "They looked happy and beautiful." I glance at them. They are giggling. "What about your girlfriend?" "I don't have any," he shrugs. "Anyway, do you know my friends, too?" "I Googled them, too." He gives me an innocent smile.

Her make up wasn't extreme but it was just perfect for her. "Belle," I let out my voice. I was mad at her. I was completely mad at her but I don't know why I suddenly felt like hugging her so tight. I couldn't even properly get mad at her. "Hmm... I am listening," she said as she stretched out her hands in front of Genevieve. "Give me the tie. Don't you think I have to make this tie for him. After all I am his girlfriend," she said and Genevieve stood still and she handed the tie to her.

Victor knelt down to embrace her, and for a moment, everything felt right. Jasmine pulled back and proudly held up her drawing, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Look what I made!” she exclaimed, beaming at both of us. As I stepped closer to get a better look, my heart skipped a beat. The drawing depicted three figures still holding hands, but this time, the little girl was older—taller than her parents. Underneath, she had labeled each figure the same way: Mommy, Daddy, Jasmine. I gasped, but didn’t know what to say.