Cute Paintings For Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes. "Baby, I said I was sorry, I won't ask for a kiss anymore!" He said. Ah, he's doing this on purpose! We look like a couple playing hard to get or having a lover's quarrel. I'm so done. "Gosh, they're so cute." "Aww, I wish I have a boyfriend like Caspian! He's 100% boyfriend material!" WAAAAH! I hate myself. My image, all gone, just like that, all thanks to my boyfriend.

The curly blond-haired boy in front of me deserved a lot more, but it was all I could give right now. “Hi there,” he greeted, approaching my canvas, placed on a tripod. “Hi, savior.” I complimented him, showing my appreciation. “Hm, don’t mention it. You are actually pretty great at this!” He pointed, inspecting my painting. “Thank you… It’s the most relaxing hobby ever,” I grinned. “Maybe you can paint me sometimes. On my drums. Something with dark colors, you know what I mean, right?” He got excited, making me laugh.

He asks me. “Yeah, I would love that, Sweetheart.” Rhett leads me out to the pool house and shows me his paintings from this week. They are beautiful and sexy. “Those are gorgeous, Sweetheart,” I comment, while admiring each one. When I get to the last one I pause, it looks like me sleeping naked with sheets tangled around my legs but my ass bare. I turn and look at Rhett with a loving smile. “I love you so fucking much, Rhett!”

THREE AUDREY “You did not tell me that your boyfriend was coming over, girl” Valerie, whispered excitedly as I entered the offstage room. “He is not my boyfriend; I only just met him today and he is the one I told you bumped into and ruined my painting” I told her, helping her support the painting she was about to present “He looks like quite the snack; I would want to bump into him every single day with my other part” she sighed, wiggled her brows at me

I said, sliding back onto the couch beside him, “what do you usually do on Saturdays?” He leaned back again, relaxed like he had nowhere to be for the next ten years. “Paint. Work on freelance projects. Sometimes I help a guy I know with gallery curation, but that’s rare.” “That’s it?” “That’s it.” He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “I’m not very exciting.” I smiled. “Do you have a girlfriend?” He snorted softly. “Last time I had a girlfriend was college. Art school girls are intense.”

I privately informed Felix that over my dead body would I be paying someone $20,000 to paint my face on a naked angel baby. Felix laughed and agreed. We got a lovely little watercolor of the Fresonian coast and a cool, sophisticated black-and-white photograph of a palm tree. Felix was happy to oblige my taste, but it turned out that we actually had very similar inclinations when it came to art and decoration. “What about this one?” I asked Felix, pointing at a small marble sculpture that mimicked the mountain ranges of Fresonia. “I love it!” he exclaimed, pulling me into his arms. My heart felt warm as we spent the morning strolling down the streets, picking out pieces for his apartment. Our

ArtIsMyLife33: No bites yet. ScottIAm: I lied. Maybe I do bite. I laugh. ArtIsMyLife33: LOL, seriously, I don’t expect you to buy my artwork in order to get me to be your stand-in girlfriend. But thanks for saying it’s beautiful. ScottIAm: Is this where I should drop the line, “But not as beautiful as you”? I laugh harder. I am starting to like this guy. ArtIsMyLife33: You want some crackers with that cheese?

Ansh chuckled at her. “Doneeee~” Shama sang as she turned around the painting towards Ansh. Ansh’s eyes went wide at the sight. Shama made Ansh’s portrait. He was sleeping on grass with messy hair. His long eyelashes were making him look more attractive. Butterflies were fluttering over him. The painting was so beautiful that Shama herself couldn’t take her eyes off the painting. “My boyfriend is really handsome…” Shama said as she looked at Ansh. Ansh hugged Shama.

The piece had gone viral, making it to the top 10 trending topics. My boyfriend, Hudson Brewer, who submitted the painting, became the center of media attention after the competition. In an interview, he said earnestly, “I believe the preservation of intangible artistic beauty shouldn’t be limited. Anything exquisite deserves to be recorded. So, I immortalized my girlfriend, the most beautiful person in my heart, on clay. She’s also a ceramic artist, and she fully supports my work.” The comment section was polarized. Some praised him for being romantic, saying he was so in love with his girlfriend. Others criticized me for being shameless and compared the piece to a 3D dirty photoshoot. Some

I sucked at painting, it was clear by how lopsided the face I declared I had been painting was. "Well, I'm not exactly an artist like my boyfriend." I bit my bottom lip, removing my gaze from his. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you calling me your boyfriend." He admitted and I could hear his sincerity. I bit into my bottom lip and then smiled at him. Kade's eyes are so blue that I'm lost in the sea of his gaze. So lost that I didn't realize how close he had gotten to me until I felt a wet finger trail down my cheek.