Merry Christmas To My Boyfriend Novels & Stories

It was just fast because I was just flat and he was too tall. "Merry christmas," I hoarse again barely audible to the noise of the fireworks. Her eyes widened. He crouched to give me one, shallow kiss. "Merry christmas," he whispered. "I hope I'm always with you for Christmas ..." I can't help but be carried away by all these emotions. This was supposed to be a happy night. But I don't know if the chest is tight. "You want that?" I nodded weakly. "Then, we'll do that."

"I'm your boyfriend." After years of putting my best into it. Larissa is permanently mine.

Dear Santa, I know you’re not expecting a twenty-three year old who writes smut online whenever she’s horny to write to you about her Christmas present, but here I am, sad and floaty. My boyfriend just dumped me. Scratch that. Ex-boyfriend. You’re not gonna believe his reason. It’s because I’m fat, Santa. I’m not really fat, I’m just… not skinny. Gosh, why do people bother so much about weight? Fat people are literally the cutest. I mean, take a look at us!

I've never been in love and being in love with you has made me the happiest man on earth. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are my one and only. And of course, another year, another Christmas spent with you and this year, it's going to be slightly different but I'm always going to be there with you through every Christmas that we spend (that's never going to change) for as long as we both live. So, Merry Christmas to my one and only love! I'm probably exaggerating with the exclamation mark but don't mind me, yeah? Open your present, sweetheart and take that baby for a ride.

My head lowers to his shoulder, he plants a kiss on my hair and his other hand goes around me. “I love you too, Gracie,” he whispers. “Merry Christmas and happy anniversary.”

I say, pursing my lips and taking a small sip from my tea. He began walking away, but deep inside I didn't want him to leave. I needed him badly. More than ever. It was Christmas already, and for the first time, we were not at home with our loved ones. It felt horrible, lonely, and depressing. "Logan?" I say, making him stop in his tracks. "Yeah." He turns looking at me with a serious expression. "Merry Christmas," I say smiling. "Merry Christmas baby girl." He answers making me chuckle, a tear rolling down my left eye.

It was just fast because I was just flat and he was too tall. "Merry christmas," I hoarse again barely audible to the noise of the fireworks. Her eyes widened. He crouched to give me one, shallow kiss. "Merry christmas," he whispered. "I hope I'm always with you for Christmas ..." I can't help but be carried away by all these emotions. This was supposed to be a happy night. But I don't know if the chest is tight. "You want that?" I nodded weakly. "Then, we'll do that."

And by the time he had struck the last light, my heart was racing, and my cheeks flushed at the intimacy of the situation. He set the candle he used back into its candlestick and looked up to me. His own chest rising and falling in sync with mine. I could feel just how it was affecting him as well. Taking a step towards me as a clock began to strike from somewhere within the darkness outside our pool of light. “Merry Christmas.” He whispered as he reaches where I stood. “Merry Christmas.” I breath back as his lips come to fall onto mine, and he takes me once again into him arms.

"Well, I can officially say that our friendship is ruined in a good way haha! We can never go back, not after what we did." "I love you, lover boy... happy birthday and Merry Christmas." "I love you too, birthday girl... Merry Christmas too love, let's get some sleep." I close my eyes with a smile glued to my face; I'm wrapped up in Cole's arms and it just feels...right where I belong. I can't help but wonder where things are going to go from here... I really hope they won't be complicated. Tonight was well worth the wait... I loved everything about it, including being in bed with Cole… I love him…

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes locked. "I love you so much," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. My stomach fluttered, and I felt butterflies dance within me. "I love you too, Marcel," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "You make me so incredibly happy." A proud smile lit up his face, and he gently brushed my hair back. "Thank you for giving us a chance," he said, his eyes overflowing with love. I stared at him, awestruck, wondering what I had done to deserve someone like him. Marcelo was more than just a boyfriend – he was my rock, my safe haven.