My Boyfriend In Spanish Novels & Stories

"So, it's official then." "What is?" Diego blew on his coffee, wondering if there was anything in the fridge besides protein shakes and Greek yogurt. "You and me." Kol met his gaze directly, his playful tone underlined by a sliver of real vulnerability. "We had the date. The morning after. I'm pretty sure that makes you my boyfriend."

I shyly asked, "Who was Kofi?" He looked shocked when I asked him that, and his eyes saddened as he looked on the floor. After that, he became quiet, and then tears fell in his eyes. I didn't mean to ask him that he might be hurt. That's why he kept on saying Kofi last night. He wiped his tears before looking at me, "He was my boyfriend before I left the Philippines." Wait? Is he gay? "Wait, are you gay?" I asked.

Her sharp intuition must already be working overtime, reading between the lines, sensing the weight of his presence. I gently slip my hand from Raffaele’s, stepping forward to embrace her. She returns the hug without hesitation, planting a series of soft kisses on my cheeks, her embrace as comforting as ever. But when we pull apart, I instinctively reach back for Raffaele’s hand, seeking the steady anchor he provides. "Abuela, this is Raffaele Marcello," I say, my voice stronger than I feel. "He is my boyfriend." The words feel momentous, yet fragile, hanging in the air between us. My grandmother studies him in silence, and I can feel my heart hammering against my ribs, uncertainty creeping

He has a confused face right now and he was about to speak again when I preceded him from speaking. "Y-You said "your b-boyfriend" earlier, right? S-Since when you became my boyfriend?" I nervously asked. His forehead creased even more and he looks annoyed already right now because of what I said. "Seriously, Andra? You are asking me that?" he annoyingly said after he lifted his left eyebrow. "Of course, the moment we kissed! We already make out, baby, so automatically, I am your boyfriend and you are my girlfriend now," he added.

During the day, Diego didn't dare to even look at me, which allowed me to establish communication with a rather attractive Spanish girl who approached me solely because she liked Diego and wanted me to help her win him over. — Sweetie, is the guy who's always with you your boyfriend? — She asked, looking at him. Diego was at the other table, facing mine. — No, he's just my friend, we're from the same country — I explained. — He seems extremely charming to me — the Spanish girl said with her pronounced accent that I found hard to understand.

she asks with a soft smile. I inhale. “This is Alejandro,” I say, sliding my fingers between his. “He’s… my boyfriend.” The word is out. And the world doesn’t collapse. In fact, it feels like it expands. Dad raises his brows, but it’s a curious kind of surprise. “Nice to meet you, Alejandro,” he says, offering a hand. Alejandro takes it. Firm, but not overbearing. “Sir.”

He said dragging his cigar for another short. " Do you have girlfriend " I asked him out of the blue. I don't know why but those words blurted out of my mouth. He suddenly stopped his cigar and looked at me. His eyes are Glinting with excitement. " Qué opinas ( what do you think)" He said raising his eyebrows a bit. " Again, you started Spanish..! " I said placing my hands on my hips. " Okay..I'll guess, You might have and you all guys had cause you guys are looking damn handsome" I said seriously while folding my hands making it's an obvious statement.

I said. I didn’t know how I was able to say that. “So, are you saying it’s really over for you and him?” she asked. I was surprised by her question. “I am with Bobby now,” I said. “But is he really the one?” she asked. “I’m not sure but what I’m sure of is that he’s my boyfriend now. Like you, it would be awkward to care or comfort someone I…..gosh, I don’t even know what or how to call what Quim and I had,” I said.

"If I'm going to be your boyfriend, there's something you should know." "I don't like that word." And I'm panicking again. What word? Boyfriend? Did I get ahead of myself? I thought we were... shit! Who said anything about being boyfriends? We never talked about labels- "If," he narrowed his eyes and they darkened. "I don't like that word. What the fuck does 'if' mean?" Somehow, I got harder than a hammer. Oh, he's going to be the death of me. "You're right, my little light. Not if. I am going to be your boyfriend."

I spit, gritting my teeth, "And you'll get to meet my boyfriend." His smirk drops from his face and his eyes turn cold. "Boyfriend?" he growls. A smile slips onto my face as I nod my head. "I think you might know him. "I trail off, looking at my nails, "His name's Sebastian." His eyes turn dark. "Sebastian is your boyfriend?" he spats. "Yes." I confirm, "And you're not going to do anything to him." "You don't get to decide that." He spits, backing towards the entrance.