Merry Christmas To My Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"Is this your surprise love? How did you do that? "Hmm, I made an arrangement it's that simple but I hope I made your night more brighter and memorable". he said and pulled me to his body, my back facing his front and we continually watch the fireworks. "It's not that simple love, I'm not the only one you made happy tonight looked at everyone's faces around you they're were all smiling and enjoying the colors you have shared with them. I appreciate all your effort love. This memory will remain forever to me, Merry Christmas Love". I turn around and kiss him, I took the initiative this time. He kisses me back and after some time we parted away. I wish I have this feeling every Christmas.

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I twirl around in his hands so now I’m face to face with him and I wrap my arms around him. “Merry Christmas, Taylor.” He mumbles, kissing my hair tenderly. “Merry Christmas, Rory.”

"It's close enough." I put my arm around her. "Merry Christmas," I said.

“Merry Christmas, Kayla.” “Best Christmas ever. Merry Christmas.” I place my head on his chest, and suddenly– “Shit!” “What is it?” He asks, worried. “I forgot to bring your Christmas present.” “You got me a present? Baby” He looks so grateful and emotional as he kisses me deeply when I nod. “Does it hurt?” He looks down at my pussy. I shake my head. “Sex with you is one of my sweetest experiences.” My fingers trace his abs. He smiles.“I’m just getting started with you.”

I guess I'm finishing earlier than I planned. "Is that an order?" I ask cheekily. "Yes it's an order. I want my boyfriend back," he says and I nod as I get up from the desk. I stop in front of him and he pulls me to his body so he can kiss me. I hold onto his shoulders and let him push me against the wall as we makeout passionately. "I am sorry," I say between kisses. He pulls back a little and looks at me with a small smile. "For what? Working non stop? Neglecting me? Leaving me alone on Christmas-"

I hope you are fine with it and be happy for me. After I uttered that in silence, a cold air suddenly blew around the place that made me feel Goosebumps all over my body. Just then, I felt my boyfriend's hug tighten around me. Boyfriend . . . The insects in my stomach seemed to be celebrating when that crossed my mind. It feels so great that I can call him my boyfriend now. I never anticipated that my birthday would turn out to be this wonderful. I thought I would never be happy like this again, but it is happening now. And even though I lost my loved ones, God has given me too much in return that I couldn’t ask for more. I just hope it is always this wonderful to live.

She nodded, unable to find the words to express how much it all meant to her. Instead, she leaned in and kissed him, “I love you so much.” “I love you too baby.” “Merry Christmas.”

"I love you, K," "I love you, Ry," Smiling a big smile, I closed the distance between us as our lips locked onto one another. Her lips were the softest and sweetest kind, nothing in this world could compare to the simple pleasure of kissing my girl. "I am so beyond happy. Seriously there's nothing better than this," I said as we pulled away. "Well... there might be," she said suddenly. "What do you mean?" "I actually got you a Christmas present too..." I eyed her suspiciously as she started to shuffle nervously.

I nod, dusting myself off before giving him a reassuring smile. "Next year we buy everything online," he says bluntly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder to keep me next to him. I smile at his words — "Does that mean you want to spend next Christmas with me too?" I ask, my eyes shining with happiness. He looks down at me, a warm smile spreading across his own face — "No. . . I want to spend every Christmas with you," he mumbles, placing a gentle kiss on my nose. "You're mine Muffin."