How To Romance Your Husband Novels & Stories

“And look…whatever you are telling me better be good and less cringy!” "Yes ma’am!” Hendrix replies as though he is a loyal servant and I can't help but laugh. "But you know, sister in-law, a little bird told me that doing cringy stuffs with your partner works.” "Really?” I raise a brow. "Of course, romance is cringy!” Hendrix says. "I know, right!" I support him, sighing tiredly. "Anyways, let us go on,” Hendrix says. "Like I said earlier, the first thing to do is hold his hands while eating and make sure to look into his eyes.”

Liz stopped to stop herself from crumbling down in front of Jonathan as the painful memories came rushing down to her. Jonathan watched as she took a deep breath in before continuing again, she never opened her eyes while speaking "All those times I tried to do something special for you, have a romantic dinner, go out on a date or simply make love, everything just zoomed past you and you continued to walk down that path with me trailing behind trying to catch your attention." Liza said as she remembered those days she had spent trying to get her Jonathan back.

“I want it to be about us, sweetheart.” “You want romance?” I asked, laughing. “I want to make love to my husband without hearing gunshots.” “I will give you that.” “You better,” she said, kissing my cheeks.

What if you end up leaving like her? "Who?" I asked looking confused "Just wait a little more, I will tell you," He asks taking my palms and kissing them "Wow…my husband is fucking romantic" "You should know, especially the day I planted my seed in you" "Fuck you're so blunt" I smile looking away shyly He pulled me closer by the waist "Stay close to me or I promise to pluck out the eye of any fool that stares at you twice" "Eishh…." I giggled

I kissed her on the forehead, a love language I recently learned from reading articles talking about how to convince and win back the love and trust of your wife. "I am sorry for all the past experiences. But I will become better. I will introduce romance in our lives and be more expressive. I want to be the husband you pictured me being for you. I want to love you, Claire." There was a heart shattering silence between us. I had so much to say but very less of that having the chance of being heard. Claire was lost in a thought I wanted to pull her out of. I tried different ways to distract her. I nuzzled her neck, kissed her forehead, and even hugged her tightly.

However, her husband's energy was greater, so she did not get the results she wanted. “Have you forgotten that affectionate gestures include holding hands, kissing, hugging, and so on? Do not say to me that you are still a virgin?” One of Massimo's eyebrows rose, a sign that he did not believe that his spouse had never been touched by any man before they were married.

“My husband almost cheated on me.” The man blinked, then sat quietly while listening. I told him everything without mentioning names. By the time I finished, he sighed. “You know something?” “What?” “You don’t look old.” I laughed. Despite everything, I laughed. “Thanks.” “And you certainly don’t look ugly.” That earned a genuine smile. Then he asked, “What did you and your husband do when you first fell in love?” The question surprised me but I thought about it. We went on trips, adventures, random flights, luxury hotels, road trips, and gave gifts to each other. “We did a lot.”

“Go ahead, Ben, wow me with your golden marriage tips.” “First of all, you have to stop takin’ Libby for granted.” “I’ve never taken her for granted. Never.” “Fine then. You gotta show her how much she matters to you. You gotta…woo her.” “Woo her?” Baffled, Quinn stared at his brother. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” “Act like you did when you were dating. Bring her flowers, wine and dine her with candlelit dinners, take her to the movies. Spend time just makin’ out and tryin’ to cop a feel in the truck.”

I shot her a confused look not understanding where her words are heading to. "Why? Isn't that what husband and wife do. Why would they stay in separate rooms when they're married" "My hormones might decided to kick in. I might fight you one day. Or attack you like a lion" That got me laughing hard. Why did I forget I married a weird woman? Even it it's not for the hormones, I trust she can do that or more. "Then I will calm you down with kisses and hugs" Her cheeks heat up. "See. I'm already having an effect on you without even doing what I mentioned"

“I just want to feed you the right way. I've already been forced to order a pizza for lunch because you got too excited when you saw me going to the kitchen... And to the bedroom... And to the living room... And now to the bathroom too. “ he raised an eyebrow at her, with a smirk “ Is one day enough to send you to a sex addiction clinic? " As long as you booked a room next to mine..." she stuck her tongue out at him, when her husband left her sitting in one of the leather armchairs and soon after handed her a towel.