Cute Paintings For Your Boyfriend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” “Your little boyfriend’s wife came to see me,” he says casually. “She’s got information about us. Wants to work together to make you go away.” I stare at him. “So you and her are teaming up to disrupt my life?” He just keeps looking at my paintings. “This one is beautiful. I should buy it.” “You can’t have shit out of my gallery,” I snap. “What you can have is me pointing at the door for you to get out. ”

That night we made love in the studio, slow and laughing, paint smudged on our skin. Another day, he took me to a quiet art gallery after hours. Just us and the paintings. “I want to buy this one for you,” he said, pointing at a beautiful landscape. “But only if you promise to paint something even better one day.” I kissed him right there between the canvases. “Deal.” We were falling hard. Deeper every day. One evening we cooked dinner together — badly. Flour everywhere. He kept stealing kisses while I tried to stir the sauce. “You’re going to burn it,” I complained, laughing as he kissed my neck.

A grin stretched across his face as he jogged backward, hands on his hips, looking entirely too smug. I sighed dramatically and lifted my sketchpad, revealing the horribly exaggerated drawing I had just made of him—a stick figure with a ridiculously oversized head and tiny arms. His grin widened. He lifted his hands to his chest and mouthed, I’m hurt. I bit back a laugh. He was insufferable. And I loved him for it. “Your boyfriend is such a flirt,” my best friend Riley muttered beside me, flipping through a magazine. “It’s disgusting, really.” I snorted. “He’s only flirting with me, so I think I’ll allow it.”

Didn't want to play favorites. She was painting a breathtaking sunset. Fiery oranges melting into dusky purples. The kind of sunset you would want to catch early in the morning, with your lover. The boy was painting the same scene. Only flatter, less alive. His eyes flickered to his sister's canvas every few seconds, his brush mimicking hers.

I mustered the most saccharine smile I could manage that I hoped screamed ‘I am crazy about my boyfriend. Instead of my smile to elicit a smile from him, his face twisted in anger and lips upturned in disgust. “Don't tell me you were thinking about your paintings again?” He asked. I gulped and kept quiet because I was infact thinking about my paintings. Seriously, who knew that the type of green to paint a valley could be so confusing. I was leaning towards Emerald , but I could hear my creative side telling me Chartreuse was better. “When will you grow up Violet and get a real job?” He spat bitterly at me.

“Hmm, I don't even have to think too hard about this. I want my mouth on it every time we're intimate, so maybe right over your nipples.” I blinked. He was serious. “That artist better be a woman when we get there. Imagine I'm sucking hard on them and relieving this tattoo experience every time, especially when you tease me with your beautiful moans. Would be hot as fuck.” At this point I was considering a quickie before we walked in there. My boyfriend sounded super horny. It's been over a year, and I still made him this horny, this hopeless as though I've starved him since I met him. It was beautiful to experience true love.

he warns, then turns and heads up the stairs without another glance. Exhaling, I smile. “Do you also draw, Lucas?” Lucas’ eyes widen before he drops onto the rug and bends over a puzzle board without answering. His shoulder stiffens as if he could feel my eyes on him. “I guess not.” “Do you want to see more of my drawings?” Sophie asks, tugging me towards the stack of papers on the chairs. “This is a unicorn.” She shoves one into my hands. “And this is Connor, my boyfriend.”

he asked, with a glint of boyish excitement in his eyes. “Mhnn.” He stood up. “Sure, why not.” His hand connected with the plain sheet on the painting board, and he tore the thing off, ripping it. “Rain, you didn’t have to throw that away. I was loving it,” I churned. He faked a sorry face. “Sorry, cutie. I already did.” He threw the rumpled paper to the side. “So, I have so many paintings of you already. Although all of them seem similar because all I could ever get was selfies.”

Something seemed familiar about her and I couldn't place a finger on where I have met her before. "It looks as though you have quite the eye for great art", I said, giving her a subtle smile.She grinned, glancing at the portrait."Yes, I do. I am a big fan of seamus. Though he is not the type who takes the credit and comes out to the public, I love all his works and I always look forward to each new release", she said.I glanced at the artwork, a painting of prehistoric lovers, sharing a kiss while sitting on beach rock. The lady wore little clothes, which barely covered her body while her male lover, wore a piece of clothing that covered his groin area.

“Because somewhere along the way from hearing your voice and painting you, I fell for you, my sweet. I would give you my own eyes if it gave you your sight back.” Valeria gasped, “Why on earth would you ever do that?” “Silly woman.” I smiled down at her, trailing her hand to my shirt, where my heart pounded wildly. “I like you. I wish to paint you forever if I could. You are my art. My muse. My sweet. And forever will be.” She kissed me. Her soft lips pressing over me as I tasted the salt of her tears. Her body pressed against mine, her fingers feathering through my hair when I embraced her, touching her back and stroking her spine. Wild electricity trickled through both of us.