Funny Love Quotes For Him นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He paused, moved back a little, then put a hand over his mouth and tried to suppress his laughter but in the end he couldn’t and ended up snickering anyway. His reaction made me feel like I was being humiliated. “Boss!” I gritted my teeth as I felt blood rushing to my face again. He laughed harder and after a few moments he tried to control himself, “I apologize, that was just too funny.” He looked back at me with a smirk, “True love? There’s no such thing darling.” “There is,” I told him firmly and he snickered lightly. He looked like he’s having the time of his life!!

One caught my eye: "Write about something you love and something that frustrates you at the same time." I stared at the screen. Joaquin. The word popped into my head before I could stop it. My fingers hovered over the keys. And then, I began typing. *** I love how he makes me laugh without trying. I love how he makes tea the way I like it and pretends it's just coincidence. I love the way he looks when he's reading, how his brows furrow and how he mumbles when he's deep in thought. I love how he makes me feel comfortable in silence.

“You’ve got a big heart, Princess. It’s dangerous.” “Yeah, well,” I said, forcing a smile even as my heart pounded with so much love for him, “so’s yours.” He huffed a quiet laugh, but his expression changed—softer, almost unreadable. “You know what’s funny? I used to think love made people weak. That it was for fairytales, and the stupid, but watching you prove me wrong is the most irritating thing that’s ever happened to me.” “That’s the nicest insult anyone’s ever given me,” I said dryly.

He says really trying to defend his case with the name, I just smile and roll my eyes like I always do when he mentions this topic. “You’re so lame.” I joke looking out of the window as I did so, not that I could see very far due to the conditions that we were in. “But do you still love me?” He asks tilting his head to the side as he spoke, I look over rolling my eyes at the same thing he says constantly. “I love you so much because of it.” I smile telling him the absolute truth, his silliness is what drew me to him in the first place, I wouldn’t want him any other way.

I state. “But, no joke. You had fun.” “I actually and miraculously did.” “It's pure heaven to see you having fun.” I look at him. “Stop speaking like an eighteenth-century poet.” He holds my hand and then kisses the back of it thrice. “That means ‘I love you.’” “Corny.” “You liked it?” “You’re an idiot.” “Why?” “You already know I do, but you still asked me.” “I love you, Stella.” “Right.”

His breath brushed over my lips as he ever so lowly said, "Because i love you." My eyes widened, his words knocked off all the oxygen from my lungs, my mind blocked as i tried to register whatever he just spit on my face. But that didn't take long, I was snapped back to reality when he suddenly burst into laughter, my eyebrows furrowed as i stared back at him confused, "Oh no don't believe that." He added with a slight shake of his head, "Your face though." He let a low chuckle before he pulled his lower lip between his teeth, his wicked smile there , "Me and love don't go together." He added with a tsk - sound.

Perhaps he's about to say something that will make me kill him? "I love you Carla." Was all he said. Why is he joking around? Does this guy have nothing else to do than be a jerk every time? Gosh he's so annoying. How can he say.... "Wait what?" I asked realizing what he just said. "I love you Carla. That's what I said." He repeated. I stared at him for a while before bursting into laughter, like what the heck did I just hear? How can this crazy guy say that he loves me? Or he meant he loves my body. Sounds much better, a lot of people do.

What the hell is wrong with me? A chuckle escapes his lips and it puts me at ease a little. “Now, that sounds mean. You make it sound like I’m unlovable.” “What? No. You’re a very lovable person. I love you.” I smack my lips. “the way everyone else also loves you. Not the take-me-to-church-and-marry-me kind of love…” “Jeez!” he cuts in, squeezing my hand. “Slow down. I understand what you mean.”

In an old college t-shirt and sweats. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He grinned as he walked over to me. "Sometimes I just think of all the reasons I love you." "And what reasons were you thinking of?" He sat down. "You're not like other rich guys. You're sweet and simple and you like popcorn with chocolate in it." I smiled. "Pretty good reasons." He kissed me. "Wanna know some reasons why I love you?" I nodded. "You're brilliant. The smartest girl I know. And you're wild and funny. And when I see you, my dumb heart does a backflip."

"We're gonna be 11 months tomorrow." "I mean, if you count out all the times you broke up and got back together." I joked. She threw a pencil at me and we both laughed. "I don't know," she shrugged, "I really feel like he's my endgame. I mean, I know he's not perfect but I've learned to love him that way." Love.