Cute Paintings For Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

It had our things—a mismatched coffee table, a secondhand couch, shelves filled with our favorite books. Ryan joined us two months after that. Walking with a limp, speaking carefully, but alive. He took over the spare room and immediately started plastering his sketch art on the walls. His hands still shook sometimes, but he didn’t let it stop him. “Your boyfriend’s weird,” he said one morning over cereal. “He’s not weird. He’s focused.” “Focused is just weird with better PR.” Callum grinned from the kitchen. “Love you too, buddy.” Ryan pretended to gag.

, I said laughing. "I thought I'd really lost you" "You would have if I didn't have to lie to some hot boys that I have boyfriend" "How's that lying if I can fill in that position perfectly" "You really mean that" "I wasn't laughing when I said it" "Let's do it" ******************************* I believe that sometimes grand gestures aren't really what strengthens a relationship so the littlest of things such as this could be a real go to when asking a girl to be your girlfriend. What are your thoughts?

They were very cute. I paused and started to appreciate the life-like painting. The boy had chestnut hair with clear, amber eyes and a beautiful smile on his face. Beside him was a little girl with her honey-blonde hair in two braided pigtails. “How cute ~” “What is?” Jean also stopped when I did and looked at the painting I was intently staring into. I pointed to the painting. “Weren’t they cute?” “… I don’t know.” “You really don’t have eyes, do you? Come to think of it, you have the same hair and eyes.”

Cynthia just laughed. Later Cynthia asked him again if he would think he was a monster, a piece of trash not worthy of love. He remembers Carlo answering him like this: "You're not a monster and you're not rubbish. I think it's probably just that God thinks you're so good looking and wants to sneak you a gift that no one else's has! That is your talent for art! I love to sleep with your paintings every day! Because looking at your paintings I feel like I've entered a safe otherworldly dimension. When you weren't home with me, it was your paintings that I fell asleep with."

"Why asking?" "Because If I had a boyfriend like Kabir, I would've jumped on his bones by now." I chuckled. "Hey, have you checked him out? He works out, and it shows on his body. He's a health freak. Maybe that's why he left drinking." Maybe. "And those eyes—" "Hey!" I stuck my hand on her arm. "That's my boyfriend. Only I can appreciate his eyes." On how captivating they were, how they distracted me every single time from my tasks, how it was easy to read emotions in them.

Chloe It's been four weeks and it's official, Nathan and I are boyfriend and girlfriend. The first time he called me his girlfriend was when he was in my house and he was drawing me. He's a really good artist, I end up being awestruck by his work. Having an artist for a boyfriend is romantic. He told me he had been doing this since he was a kid and just like me his parents are supportive, it was that kind of support that made him want to do more, just like me but unlike me, a lot of people love his artwork.

Seraphiel’s hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing my lower lip. “I love you like this,” he whispered. “Soft. Creative. Mine.” I kissed him then, slow and sweet, tasting paint and peace on his lips. When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine. “Thank you for letting me bring you here,” he said quietly. “I needed to remember I’m allowed to have nice things. And you’re the nicest thing I’ve ever had.” We painted until the light began to fade, the garden turning golden and then soft lavender. When we finally stepped back, our canvases sat side by side, one delicate and dreamy, the other bold and passionate, yet somehow perfectly matched.

His touches were smooth and arousing her senses, his chef's hands were definitely not just good enough for the kitchen, it was good enough to keep her begging him to fondle her in every way he could. A faint smile curved on her lips, if only Nathan was not such a serious guy off the bed, he would've made the perfect boyfriend that she might consider to keep for a long term relationship. She wondered if someone like Nathan would ever settle to be a 'fuck buddy' if she ever fell ill on courting him. But he was good enough for now, after all, she can smell the breakfast he was making for her right outside the door. And she had never dated anyone who could do that before.

Or more specifically, the world loves us. My I***a isn’t just paint and chaos anymore. It’s my life. My plants. My art. My Lucian. Every time I post a blurry photo of him brushing his teeth in just his sweats, girls in the comments lose their damn minds. "IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND?" "WHY IS HE BUILT LIKE A MAFIA BOSS?" "THIS IS SO UNFAIR—WE WANT A CAELEN TOO!!" And the best ones are always the BL girlies.

How did that even fit in there? “- I need an autograph. My dumb boyfriend is an artist. That is the only thing he is good at anyway and it is okay for me. He says you inspire him in every way. So,” she taps on its frame with her long nails. “Scribble right here.”