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.

He smiled warmly. I smiled widely back at him. I couldn't believe that he was agreeing to go into art galleries with me. I was surprised, yes, but also ecstatic. I loved art, and I knew that I would definitely enjoy spending time in galleries with him. I mean, who wouldn't want to spend time with their boyfriend? And I hoped that I would get to experience all kinds of art with him in the future. I hope he would let me touch his paintings someday. I know that I would be interested in them. We stopped at a small café that had open signs. A man sat behind the counter and looked at us with curiosity. I smiled politely. "Hello. My friend and I are waiting for our friend." I said.

"You should hear what they're saying." "Oh, alright." I went back over to Jonah and we walked around. We just listened to everyone else. "Oh this one is magnificent! Just look at the texture she added to that blanket. Pure talent." "The simplicity of this one is so powerful. Only using two colors is just brilliant." "You know what this one is reminiscent of? Monet!" "He's my favorite artist." I blurted out. "Sorry, I'm the artist." The man smiled. "You're brilliant. Your work shows emotion and passion. Especially the ones with the couple. Having drawing and painting on a canvas is so fresh! Is this your boyfriend? The one you collaborated with?" He asked Jonah.

“But why don’t you use paint as you do in school?” “I love it when it’s only black and white. It’s my favorite way of painting and with my favorite colors,” I confessed, showing him the smile that he claimed to like so much. “Maybe you should let me paint you so you can see how awesome a black and white portrait can be. You can even see if your hair is blonde without using any paint,” I proudly stated. “Do you have time? Let’s do it now,” he grinned, and I felt like a tiny sun rose inside me, warming from the fact that he was eager to spend more time with me.

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.”

he asks, holding his hand out for me. “And, since your boyfriend wants to help, and he's an amazing artist as well, then… he can paint a few pieces as well. This way it will lessen the load off your shoulders. What do you say, bud? Are you willing to paint a few more items for me?” he asks, making me tilt my head in thought. “Sure. You name the place and time.” Nate says, making Axel smile.

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?