Cute Paragraphs About Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

the other girl giggled. Casey bottled up the anger inside her and she dropped her shopping bags in her car trunk. "Hey that's Casey, Zach ex girlfriend" a guy pointed at Casey. "She's beautiful" the other guy commented. "Nah, have you seen Zach's current girlfriend? she's an angel. She's so pretty that she doesn't need make-up but Casey depends on make-up. I wish I am the one dating that angel" the guy stated with dreamy eyes. Casey fumed and she entered her car, if she listen to one more whisper about her, she's sure that she'll lock that person in a cell forever.

I managed, the word coming out barely above a whisper. "Yeah?" His voice cracked slightly, hope and disbelief mixing together. "Really?" "Yes. A thousand times yes, a million times yes." His smile was blinding, so bright it could have lit the whole building, the whole city. He kissed me again, softer this time, sweeter. Slow and perfect and full of promise, taking his time like we had forever. "You're my boyfriend," he murmured against my lips, the words vibrating between us. "You're mine," I responded, tasting the truth of it, feeling it settle into my bones.

Time stood still as it always did in cases like this when I put my heart into feelings. He ravaged my neck and left glitters on my face which stung a bit but did nothing more. After a moment of eating each others faces off, he slowly pulled away. “I need more than this,” he said, breathless and cute with that smile of his. “I can’t keep sneaking around to see you.” “You are not sneaking around. You’re my boyfriend.” That caught him off guard as his eyes widened. “Boyfriend huh.” I gave a small nod. “Yeah. That’s what you are.”

“God, tell me why I’m crazy over you?” “Because I’m a super cool girlfriend?” “No. You’re an annoyingly fickle girlfriend!” “And what are you?” “I’m the most passionate, hot, captivating, and handsome boyfriend.” “Oh. My. God! You’re full of hot air, Phoenix! I can’t believe you’re actually my boyfriend!” I tell him in an exaggerated way. He laughs at me instead. “Tell me what do you like about me, princess?”

He explains. He comes closer to me and tells me to have a look at the picture he had just taken. When I do, I look up at him in surprise. " You're really good." I say, feeling so impressed. " You're really beautiful." " That's so cliche, but you're my boyfriend, so I'll let it slide." I say, teasing him. He chuckles, heading back to his car. " Are we done now?" " Yep." " Wow, after all that fuss and it amounts to one simple picture." I mumble to myself.

I wounded my arms around his neck, my gaze never leaving his. "No, I'll hate it if you leave, but I'll still understand you, it will be hard to spend every day without you, who knows, you might meet another girl, then you'll stop loving me and ..." Much to my embarrassment, a tear slid down my cheeks and I quickly swiped at it with the back of my hand. A half-smile cracked across his features, making him look even more charming and boyishly handsome. My chest felt stuffy with the urge to continue crying , I finally got such a handsome boyfriend who loves me , how could I lose him so easily because of my dumb brain?

His laugh was full of happiness and relief. "You've been patient and caring. Even without assurance, you waited and never stopped loving me, so I should be the one to thank you. You're the only person who's ever made me feel special, and I appreciate every little effort you make. I'd be stupid if I didn't make you my boyfriend." "It's my happiness doing all of that even if you don't ask me to. Oh, I love you so much, love.” "I'm so lucky to have you..." I mumbled emotionally.

"I don't want other students to think that I'm enslaving you." "What enslaving?" I noticed his forehead creased. "I'm just doing my duty as your boyfriend." I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from smiling. Fuck, I felt like my heart danced inside my chest. He was the only one who could make me feel that way. "Damn, my boyfriend is so sweet." I playfully pinch the side of his stomach. "Now, I want to kiss you." "Shh, baby. 'Don't move too much. I might drop you."

"Why's the ...why's the writeup can I be your lover? and.. I mean I love it it's beautiful, it's just that... usually it's can I be your boyfriend or whatever?", I stuttered. He chuckled and held my hand and stroked it softly. "Charlie... boyfriend sounds like we're kids, I'm hitting 30, I don't think I need a boyfriend, I need you as my lover, my partner, I really do". Mind you, I'm still confused and trying to wrap my hands around all of this, cuz I can't believe it, I'm thinking it's some kind of prank honestly

The way a cute excitement runs through him, I want to say the word boyfriend all the time now, just to see this reaction. He gets us a matching drink and churros. He feeds me the churro, wiping the excess cinnamon sugar off my lip with maximum concentration. “Thank you, boyfriend.” He shivers with excitement again, a blush staining his cheeks. He is so cute that I whip out my phone, taking pictures of him, and of us. He laughs the entire time. “Put it away, people are staring at us.” “So, what if they are? I have the world’s best boyfriend and I am not shy to show it off.”