Cute Paintings For Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"In our world, you'd be the queen, and I'd be the humble artist who paints your portrait every day." Cynthia chuckled, a melodious sound that made Roderick's heart sing. "And what would you paint today, my dear artist?" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Today, I'd paint the love in your eyes, the warmth of your smile, and the softness of your touch." Cynthia shivered with delight, and her fingers entwined with Roderick's. "And what would you call this masterpiece?" Roderick didn't need to think twice. "I'd call it 'Eternal Love.'"

As soon as he sees me, his face lights up, and he claps his hands excitedly. “Hey, buddy.” I set my brush aside and take him from her arms. His little hands immediately grab at my face. But then his attention shifts to the canvas. His eyes widen, and he lets out an excited babble, pointing at the painting. “You like it, don’t you?” I ask, smiling. Zoe steps closer, her eyes moving over the painting. “Sky… it’s beautiful. I’ll say again, I’m so lucky to have such a talented husband.”

- I hugged her shoulder, smiling, and she put her free hand around my waist and smiled, resting her head on my shoulder. - What about mine? - Brendon spoke up, catching our attention, and we turned our heads simultaneously as if we had rehearsed. Brendon's painting showed a couple in a landscape, it seemed to be a lake surrounded by a forest, it gave an incredible feeling of love. - I think I made a mistake in choosing such a depressing theme, for sure one of you will be the chosen one. - I said, really impressed, how incredible a simple sketch looked. - Don't say that, yours is amazing too, and honestly it doesn't matter who has the chosen painting, in the end we will all have outdone ourse

He chuckled. "I don't know. You are quite fun to be with." I admitted. "And honestly, I can see that you are sad so I want to cheer you up." "Yeah, so going back to my original question, what do you find attractive in a guy?" "I already told you." I replied laughing. "I like men that are good looking but it doesn't mean that is the only thing I am attracted to when it comes to a guy." "So what is your boyfriend like?" "He was a DJ. He is very caring and loving. He helped me study. He paid for everything I needed when we were together. He is sweet and romantic. He always finds a way to surprise me." I replied dreamingly.

He told me. "Good idea." I rushed to him and hurried out of the room after placing a quick kiss on his cheek. I have planned something to purchase for my sweet boyfriend. In just this one day, I want to do whatever I can do with him. Sweet Boyfriend's P.O.V. I reached my place and directly went to my art room. All the paintings are covered with white cloth except my Butterfly's paintings. I smiled contentedly, gazing at them. She is so beautiful and pure.

"You were groping Raphael's—what was it again? Yeah, real virtuous." She choked, speechless. I turned to fix Raphael's wrinkled tie with a gentle smile. "Thanks, honey, for introducing me to my boyfriend. I like him a lot. His kisses are real sweet. But yours? Not even a dog would want them." Raphael was furious, practically shaking. But he'd brought shame to both families. And now, the Lindt family owed me—big time.

I'm that perfect girlfriend. We hopped in and I kissed Shawn. My naughty boyfriend couldn't stop licking my lips. "We could do this later." I cupped his cheeks. "Definitely," Shawn replied, biting his lips. When I looked back at Harry, there was just something about his eyes that I couldn't fathom. Was he jealous? That's not even possible. Even if there was another world, Harry will never fall for me.

He laughed awkwardly. “Oh right, let me show you” I said to him, gesturing to him. “And how have you been?” “Great” he replied shortly. We reached one of my paintings, “Here” I pointed to my painting hanging on the wall. I looked at the painting, it was one of my favourites. One I painted a woman reaching out to her lover who was busy laughing at something his back against her not noticing her. “If I get the information you are passing with these paintings, unrequited love?”

They stared like I’d grown an extra head. “What the… You’re really his boyfriend?” the boy asked. I chuckled, loving the drama. Couldn’t believe something like this could make me feel good. I picked up the smoothie—looked like vomit but tasted surprisingly nice—and took a sip. “Thanks for the smoothie,” I said, handing the boy a folded, slightly stained fifty-dollar bill. “Keep the change.” The boy opened the drawer, but I waved him off. “You guys keep it.” “Holy shit!” he exclaimed, turning to the girl, grinning wildly.