Cute Girlfriend Things Novels & Stories

"That was the best sèx ever." "I'm crazy about you." He sighs. "I probably sound like a stupid simp right now but I'm so crazy about you, Dani. I'm crazy about your eyes and your smile and your laugh and your body and your huge heart and your little moans during sèx and the way you love chicken and cookies and cupcakes and pancakes and everything I make you. I'm so happy that you are my girlfriend." "I'm happy that you're my boyfriend." I say. "Sorry for ruining this sweet moment. I wish I could stay on this couch the whole night with you but I'm feeling a little uncomfortable and it's starting to get really cold and I'm starving. Can we finish the food?"

"Forget it, we can only be friends. I'm not good enough for you." Grant suddenly grabbed her hand, dropped to one knee, and pulled out a small square box from his suit pocket. "Beautiful faces are a dime a dozen; I've seen enough of them. But you're different. You may not be the prettiest, but you're kind-hearted, hardworking, and ambitious. Fiona, will you be my girlfriend?" His sudden gesture, paired with the box containing a delicate necklace with a four-leaf clover pendant, was stunning. Every word he spoke seemed heartfelt, and his eyes were so sincere.

"He brought this many men? If I didn't know better, I'd think he absolutely hated his girlfriend." "Good thing he failed. At least now she sees what kind of animal he really is." "Saying she wasted his time? That's actually hilarious." "Look at how that whole family dresses. They've definitely been living off her money for years." "With someone supporting him like that, his job probably wasn't bad either." "If she kept putting off marriage, maybe it's because he wasn't ambitious enough." "I doubt that's the only reason. That homegirl of his keeps calling herself his queen or whatever. Who could tolerate their boyfriend having a girl like that around?"

“I can’t wait for you guys to meet! I bet you’ll love her. She’s the prettiest. And has the cutest smile. She’s so caring and sweet and has the softest spot when it comes to animals. There’s this thing she does-“ Sofia and Alistair exchanged glances as they watched their son ramble on about his girlfriend. They didn’t need to speak to know their thoughts were in unison. He was obviously in love with her. His girlfriend. His human girlfriend.

"Stay away, from my girlfriend." Girlfriend? How shameless could this mutt be?

"That's the last, sir." I frowned. "Good! I need to go home to my wife. I couldn't cuddle with her again because of these freaking documents." He giggled and I found it so ridiculous. What the fck? "You can just surprise her, sir." My brow shot up. "Surprise" He nodded proudly. "Yes! My girlfriend likes being surprised. She would always kiss me and cuddle me every minute after the surprise." I shifted on my seat because of what I heard. "Really?"

We shouldn't keep things blurred. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, then let his fingers linger on my earlobe. "I had a pair of earrings custom-made recently. You'd look stunning in them." I'd always been able to handle Raphael, but with Tom, I was off balance. "If we ignore the fact you're married," he murmured, "you really feel nothing for me?" A thunderclap couldn't have stunned me more. I stared at him, eyes wide, lips parted.

She is so warm and soft, she is making it hard for me to behave right now. She sighs into my chest. Just the heat of her breath starts to turn me on. The awareness of how close we are, and the fact June is only wearing my shirt and a pair of panties has my mind wandering to dirty things I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be thinking about my best friend right now... However, I'm not sure if 'best friend' quite covers what it is she is to me. 'Girlfriend' also seems inadequate. There has to be something more... My partner? Soul mate? I'm kinda liking the word wife...

A tiny smile is tingling on her lips. My heart squeezes. Man, my girlfriend is pretty.

dimensions. I grinned, "Guess that's okay...having a girlfriend that brags about me...but does this mean I'm some kind of a trophy?" "Maybe a little bit...but you're my trophy...and you got way more going for you than the trophy between your legs!" She giggled, holding up her half-eaten brat, "I guess I mean bratwurst...the bratwurst between your legs!" "You're handsome, smart, loving...funny...and cutely sexy."