My Boyfriend In Spanish Novels & Stories

I let out a happy gasp and hugged him tightly, hearing that from him. "I love you very much, Mi Corazon." "What is that?" He asked "My heart." I grinned "Really? Not Cam again?" He teases me. "Of course, you are, but since you are my boyfriend now, I should add something cuter like Mi Corazon... bonbon... sugar." I pouted causing him to chuckle "I wonder where you learned that" He muttered before placing a kiss on my lips again "Can you keep kissing me? I love the way your lips feel on mine." I said shamelessly

I replied shyly. "Oh she's already speaking Spanish." Lucia giggled. "Ooo, where did you get that hickey." She said smirking. Mateo looked at me with wide eyes and so did everyone basically. "My boyfriend, James." I giggled shyly. "Oh! You have a boyfriend! You have to let me meet him to see if he's good or not!" Lucia said excitedly. "I will" I replied and laughed. I could see Mateo's face is red. His eyes are red. Suddenly, he stormed out of the living room.

"You'll need a lot of energy for the game." "I'm fine." He said. "No, you're beautiful. Now, sleep." I could sense the still chuckle that escaped his lips before he pressed them to my forehead. "I love you." "I love Francisco Lachowski." "Who's that?" He asked, his voice slightly possessive. "My boyfriend." I joked. "Stop being possessive for once!" "It's really hard to not be possessive when everyone wants you." "No one wants me except you." I sighed.

It was just as soft as it looked. “Oh, but I’m forgetting something just as important!” Edwardo realized, beginning formal introductions. “Michael you’ve met my father, and this lovely lady here is my mother, and I believe you’ve been acquainted with my brother Enrique and my sister-in-law Angela? And everyone, this is Michael, my…” Sensing Edwardo’s hesitation, Michael tapped his foot to get his attention, mumbling, “you can use the ‘B’ word if you really mean it...” “This is my boyfriend, Michael!” Edwardo said confidently, wrapping an arm around Michael’s shoulders.

I didn't like vague answers, and my lips turned down, frowning. "Hey," He said softly, "Don't think that shit. When I said you're mine, I meant that I'm yours too." My face was cupped tenderly in his large hands. "You can give us whatever tag you want to. I'll be your boyfriend, your fiance, hell I'll marry you, if you want." Too fast. I shook my head. "Stop, Mariano." I glared. "We kissed just, yesterday." He chuckled. "You're mine." He said softly. "Nothing else matters."

He said almost immediately like he already knew what to call me before I even asked. “Spanish?” I asked because of the roll in his tongue when he called it. Also, I did a bit of Spanish in high school, but I wasn't serious with it, now I wish I was because the way it sounded off his tongue, at the risk of sounding like a weirdo, made me almost have an orgasm. “Yeah, it's Spanish.” He answered. “What does it mean?” I asked. I was genuinely curious to know the meaning. “It means my everything because you literally mean a lot to me and I don't want to imagine a life without you in it.” He said.

Eyes were sharp and narrowed to the guy that I'm with. "It's not appropriate of a sensible woman to go home at this late at night with a man," he retort. "Dad!" his eyes landed on me, but he look back to him again when he speak. "Hi Sir, I'm Manuel. Manu for short." Manu said to my Dad and offer a handshake but my Dad ignored it. "So who is this man to your life?" He asked me. "D-dad he is my boyfriend," I stuttered but he look wasn't surprised when I say it. "Sir, I have a good intentions to your-"

But he doesn’t have to know that. I sighed. “I have a boyfriend.” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand, and look away. His gaze is so intense I couldn’t look straight at him. He crosses his arms over his bulky chest, and squints his eyes at me, “I don’t believe you,” “Well, then you should.” I shrug. “What his name?” I pause. “S…Sebastian.” “You’re fucking me.” he growled, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked into his eyes.

Where do you stand? I bite my lip and play with my English book. "We're dating. We..he's..I'm..He's my boyfriend..and I'm his." It feels strange saying it out loud yet it sounds so right. "Wait what? You do know he has never been in a real relationship? Like, did he say the word boyfriend?"