Cute Paintings For Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

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.”

Knox dropped my hand bringing his own up to hold the side of my jaw, tilting my head back to look at him. "I only agreed to be your fake boyfriend so Olivia could have a great Christmas with our parents gone. That is why I accepted doing this. But," his green eyes locked with mine and never looked away. "after being around you and learning who you are, I don't want your money....I want you. " I took a shaky breath. "You do?" "Yes I do." He let out a small chuckle. "I want you and your sassy comebacks, your no-shit attitude, your crazy and loud family. Somehow in a matter of a week you have bewitched me Aubrey Lynn."

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?”

The second the line went dead, I dashed to the toilet—and barely made it to the bowl before I threw up. “What do you think?” I set up the paintings on the table so he could get a good look at each of them. Cato stood beside me, but his eyes were glued to me—not the artwork I’d selected for him. “Beautiful.” I hid my smile, but the grin still crept through. “I meant the paintings. I think they’ll look nice in the upstairs parlor.” He shrugged. “I don’t give a shit about the paintings.” He moved in front of me, his back to the three gorgeous pieces, and he placed his fingers underneath my chin so he could lift my lips toward his. “I give a shit about 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?