I'm Gonna Make This Place Your Home Novelas e Histórias

I informed my man, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I grabbed my keys and phone off the counter. "Great," he slid his phone into his pocket, heading towards where I stood beside the door. "You look entirely too stunning for this world, as always." "And you're entirely too cute for this world," I laughed, giving him a quick kiss. "As always." ——— "Fun fact;" I began. "In Australia, we call this place 'Hungry Jacks'." "Hungry Jacks?" he repeated, scrunching up his nose in playful disgust. "Y'all are so strange."

“And you're sweet, that's why I'm making you my personal whore.” Both chuckled and James pulled her into a hug.

"Yeah it's okay I'll have the whole house to myself " AN Vote and tell me what you think in the comments section below

, she stopped to catch her breath and then continued, "At the end, I just want to say that you're the most beautiful person I've ever come across. You hold my heart. There's no one in my heart except you. Thank you for all those beautiful childhood memories. Thank you for always being considerate and tolerating when dealing with me. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. Thank you for protecting me from the contamination and filthiness of this world. Thank you for always being there. I love you so much Elliot Frost that it can't be explained in words. Just know that if home is a person then 'You are my home'.", she said slowly and with that, she ended her vow.

Some people make you feel so loved and safe that you instantly feel at home. They may not be there for you physically but they will be the people you want to return to. They will be your peace when things are at war inside you. Keep looking and never give up until you find your home. —Mehak Gupta *plays 'Home' from Bright in the bg*

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs

Griffin whispered in my ear as he brushed against my back and I shivered. I smiled as he lightly kissed my neck a few times and pouted when he pulled away. "But no pressure. If you don't like it, we don't have to use it. We can stay in the house we're building for your family or the pack house or fuck, even in a tent in the woods. I don't give a shit where we live as long as you're with me. You are my home. I'll be happy wherever we are." he rushed to explain.

"To our home." End!!

I'll be a good husband and father, and I'll make sure our family is happy and stable. ############

"Where have you made plans for dinner?" "We're going home and making home made pizzas" My heart beat picks up significantly every time he refers to his apartment as 'home'. He never really calls it 'my apartment' or 'my place'. For a while now it's just been 'home', like it's my home too. Do I live there? I basically live there. I can barely remember the last time I spent at least two days at my own apartment, and quite frankly after the attempted break in I don't care to.