Novel & Cerita Cute Paintings For Your Boyfriend

She says. I just nod. "I'm curious now of your little boyfriend's father." I commented. "Met him. He's a really tall guy. Buff. Very goodlooking. Well dressed. Well mannered. Nice too and he said he would love to work with you." I watch her as she feeds herself. A part of me would want that. I would take the risk of expanding my field to painting and art. • • • •

"That's right. It's just me and my carrier that I'm busy with now," I replied to him while looking at the paintings in front of me. "You're too beautiful of having not a boyfriend? I don't think that's convincing, Kristina," he said in astonishment, obviously incredulous. "Why do all the men say that word?" I crossed both my arms at the same time. His two eyebrows raised. "It's true you're too beautiful to be called no boyfriend,"

Had I been his girlfriend, it would have still been easy to understand, but maybe he was fine because he already had some kind of feeling for me, and that is why he had been drawing a painting of me. In the painting, I looked a little different than the way I was normally. I don’t know if it is correct for me to say that he made me look rich and slightly more matured, as if I belonged to his financial status. That is why my smile was subtle in the painting and the jewellery on me also added to making me look rich.

She held up her drawing, a colorful sketch of four figures holding hands under a bright sun. “Look, Mommy! I made this for you!” she said, her voice bubbling with pride. “That’s me, you, Grandpa Emerson, and Mr. Hayes—your boyfriend!” I laughed, a giddy, heartfelt sound, my cheeks flushing at the word. Boyfriend. It felt delicious, like a secret I wanted to savor. Shawn, with his goofy grin and unwavering heart, was mine, and the thought made my soul sing. “Boyfriend, huh?” I said, teasing, ruffling her curls. “You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?”

"Thanks, Tristan. You’re the best brother in the world." I stroked her hair, letting the sentiment settle. "So, can I have the new painting? I think it’s time to replace the first one in my room." "You won’t like the new one." "Why not?" "It’s an oil painting of Charles." "Yuck." She giggled, clutching my hand. "And don’t forget to bring your boyfriend so I can introduce him to mine." I chuckled. "I don’t do boyfriends." "Yeah," she agreed too quickly. "If you did, you wouldn’t look like you just got beaten to a pulp. Jesus, look at your face. I’m almost afraid to shove you into the pool."

I couldn't help but get caught up in his excitement. "Have you seen this before?" he asked, guiding me towards a captivating painting of intertwined lovers caught in a passionate embrace. "It's one of my favorites. There's something so raw and intense about it. Don't you think?" "Yes, it's definitely powerful," I murmured, studying the painting carefully. Alex leaned in closer, his voice low and intimate as he continued, "It's as if the artist managed to capture that electric moment when two souls connect on a level beyond words."

With quick efficiency, I started moving my brush over my canvas- Jay's abs. Goosebumps rose on his tanned skin and his muscles tensed. He lifted his head to see what I had made. I made a disapproving sound. His rising up made his skin crease and it was ruining my work. He plopped down on his pillow again. I corrected the little mistake and then blew on it so that it'd dry quickly. Jay shivered and I giggled. I looked up at him. He smiled. "Whatcha makin'?" he asked, his voice raspy. Hot damn. My boyfriend was hot as hell. I really had won the boyfriend lottery, hadn't I?

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

The second he saw the photos, he looked genuinely moved. “Oh my God,” he said, clutching his chest. “I’m posting these on I*******m immediately. These are way better than the ones my boyfriend takes of me.” The pride I felt at that compliment was embarrassingly real. “I knew it,” I said smugly. “You just needed proper artistic direction.” Dean was already happily scrolling through the photos when he suddenly leaned forward again, carefully inching even closer toward the doghouse with renewed creative ambition.

softer, without the lure of my dripping blood tempting him. It made my heart flutter and my cheeks warm as I looked up at him, still coming down from the haze of the orgasm he’d given me. His eyes were careful, thinking, as they remained locked on my body, until his gaze snapped to mine. His head tilted in question, his lips tugged into a playful curve. “Would you like to create some art together?” He dipped his fingers into the palette he’d ruined—before running twin red streaks down my chin. “I’ll replace the paints we use, with a high end brand, if you’d like.”