Romans & histoires Merry Christmas To My Boyfriend

I asked, my heart starting to thud in my chest. He nodded. “You just have to promise me one thing.” I cocked my head to the side. Patrick pressed his forehead to mine, the tips of our noses touching. “The next time someone calls me your boyfriend, you have to acknowledge it’s true.” I chuckled. “I think I can manage that,” I said, throwing my arms around him. It was the best Christmas ever.

“Those were perfect.” “High praise,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss me. “Merry Christmas,” he added, lips curving into a small, private smile against my mouth. I blinked. Then blinked again. Christmas. Holy shit. I’d completely forgotten. “Christmas,” I said out loud, half-laughing, half-disbelieving, the word bubbling up like a giggle I couldn’t contain. “Yes, it’s today.” “Yeah. December twenty-fifth.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Except this year it’s just you and me, with me watching you drool and taking mental pictures for blackmail later every morning.”

I point out. "We don't celebrate Christmas here," He says taking a deep breath. His mood suddenly changes. "What? Why not? I love Christmas so much" I say dramatically. He gives me a little smile. "We can do this here" he suggests. "Really. You'll do that for me" I say, tearing up. Don laughs at me for being dramatic. "See you later baby," he says before kissing me. "Morning!" The loud cheery voice of my newfound friend was across the room causing me to smile.

A smile spread across my face as I closed my eyes and blew out the candles. "Happy eighteenth birthday, my love!" My boyfriend Noah cheered "Thank you," I said, opening my eyes to him. "What did you wish for?" asked. "You know I can’t wish and tell," I teased. He rolled his eyes in that casual way that always made me melt. I laughed softly. "Okay, fine. I won’t say it all, but… I wished that we’d become mates."

I didn’t know how the hell he was going to react, but right now, I was only hoping for the best. I watched him sleep he looked so peaceful. I didn’t know how it was possible for a man to not only be handsome but also beautiful. I couldn’t stop myself; I ran a hand down his face. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” I whispered. “I’ll… always be yours, princess,” he said, eyes still closed, his voice sleepy. Slowly, he opened his eyes. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he murmured. “Merry Christmas,” I said, blushing so hard I felt my cheeks hurt.

“How did your day go?” “It was depressing,” I answered honestly, settling further into the couch. “I didn’t have anyone to spend it with. Not my friends. Not my roommates. Not my parents. And not my boyfriend.” I held my breath at the last phrase, hoping he wouldn’t rebut it. I still considered him my boyfriend and I hoped he still considered me his girl. “You should not have done that.” His scolding brought a smile to my face. “How are you going to spend the rest of the holiday?”

He was beside me, and we counted softly to each other. "One..." "Two..." "Three..." "Merry Christmas, babe. Can you be mine?" He whispered softly. "Merry Christmas too, Zayden. Of course, I can be yours." I replied with a smile on my face. ~Ylluscion

However, I think what he loved most was the album of pictures that I made of our pack and us. When he unwrapped the gift, his smile is so disarming that I nearly lose my breath. My boyfriend might look like every woman’s dream, with his dark, wavy hair and muscular physique, and he may be an animal in the sack, but in his heart, he’s so innocent and sweet. “The present was amazing, Lena.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to his chest until we’re nose-to-nose. “You’ve given me the gift of Christmas and family, and there’s nothing more I’d ever ask for.

Loving my boyfriend's best friend was one of the greatest feelings I had always wanted to get rid of. Harry never looked at me the way Shawn did but as a sister and a friend. So I decided to stick to that but every time I look at him, I'm unable to control these strange feelings I have for him. I know it's wrong to have these feelings for him but honestly, he was the first boy I would ever love. Shawn was second. I thought Harry leaving for England will help matters but now he's back and I know the worst is bound to happen.

“You never fail to amaze me with your strength to face such a sort of life, baby.” “I have no choice but to be strong until I lose everything, Marcov. Yet you came to rescue me.” “Merry Christmas, baby,” he said, trying to bring me back to the ground of bliss. “Merry Christmas, Marcov.” After I confessed to him about my past story regarding this season, we both decided to go downstairs. I feel good to have him as my boyfriend. He's not just a savior that helped me out of the trash life that I have, but a wonderful man that listens to my same old stories. He never gets tired of giving me an ear and a shoulder to cry on.