My Boyfriend In Spanish の小説・ストーリー

I said with a little mischievous smile escaping my side lips. "What were you going to tell him?" he asked. "That I am mated," I said teasingly. That made him smile and loosen up a bit. "So what was all that about me being your girlfriend?" I asked, a part of me wanted him to say those words again. It was perfect from the way he said it the first time. So I have a boyfriend now, and he is no other than Damian Anderson. A tiny voice in my head said with a yippie dance.

You are the best player of all, including Mac and Roman . "Thank you very much for having confidence in me," he transmits, blessing my side. "That's what boyfriends are for, right?" I close my storage and he grabs my hand for just a thousandth of a second before giving me a scandalous kiss. It's strange . . Jorge is my girlfriend and I love him, as similar as with his kisses, every time his fingers intertwine with mine, the main inclination he gives me is weirdness, mistake, getting something wrong. A double crossing branch hits me every time I'm with him, which I don't understand.

"But you should understand something." "What?" I breathe. His eyes flash amber again, and his voice drops to something dark and possessive that makes every hair on my body stand up. "You're mine now. Fight it all you want." A pause. His gaze drops to my mouth, then back to my eyes. "It won't change what you are to me." "I don't even know you!" "Todavía." Yet. He switches to Spanish, then back to English. "Mi compañera. Mi pareja."

His voice rasped before I could even think. I shrugged and filled his empty glass with a polite smile. “I should get accustomed to my boyfriend's partners.” Gently, I grazed his hand with a soft touch, grasping a few of his memories. “Or should I not?” His brows furrowed. “Boyfriend?” “Surprised?” I tilted my head slightly, letting the corner of my lips lift. He chuckled, looking me up and down with open interest. “You sure look too intriguing not to be one.”

I blushed, shoving off everything to focus on my baby boy. "Hey, mi corazon," Tristan said and I could picture a cute, vampire smile on his face. "Since when did my babito learn Spanish?" I laid upside down on the bed and placed my legs on the floor, encircling my index finger in my hair. "Since I found out it was a romantic language and my girlfriend was obsessed with it." He answered, sending my heart into my stomach. I wasn't obsessed with Spanish, was I? "What girlfriend?" I questioned, the smile now replaced with a scowl.

That they were 3? “I…” My tongue felt thick in my mouth. “It’s complicated.” His eyes sharpened slightly. “That sounds like a yes.” He asked again, more directly this time. “Do you have a boyfriend?” The word “boyfriend” felt almost laughable as I hesitated, and in that hesitation, I saw something shift in him. “Isla.” “Yes,” I said finally, answering as truthfully as I could. “Yes, I have a boyfriend.” His jaw tightened as he turned away from me abruptly, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

I closed Milan's ears with my hands and then shouted, "Shut the fucking hell up!" Rodrigo laughed out loud, but immediately stopped when Milan poked his finger on my chest. "But mommy said that you were her friend boy." Friend boy? What the fucking hell is that? Regulars. And now friend boy. My girlfriend's vocabulary is really interesting. "Do you mean boyfriend?" I asked confused. He shook his head wildly. "No, friend boy. I told her I like you." "You do?" My heart skipped a beat. I could feel so many different kind of emotions right now and one of them was love. I love this kid.

I said to Chaos and he nodded his head. I walk towards Mr. Varez and Chaos walks with me; Mr. Varez is smiling at me while holding a paper. “Hi, Sorry to hassle you and your brother going home but----” “I’m his boyfriend, not her brother.” Chaos said giving emphasize to the word ‘Boyfriend’

“Yeah." He stared at me for a second longer than usual. Then he asked, very flatly, “You have a boyfriend?" I laughed. “No." “Then why did you say, boyfriend?" I hesitated for half a second, then decided I didn’t actually care that much. “Because I like guys.” The words came out casually, like it wasn’t a big deal. For me, it wasn’t. But for him? That was the first time I had ever seen Esteban show actual emotion.

“You were incredible.” “Yeah?” His hands fisted in my jacket. “You proud of me?” “So fucking proud.” I kissed him hard, not caring if someone walked by. “My boyfriend, the Co-Director. Very impressive.” “Boyfriend sounds so juvenile.” His mouth curved against mine. “Need a better title.” “Partner?” “Closer.” He nipped my bottom lip. “But I was thinking more like ‘person Nikolai’s disgustingly in love with.’” “Bit of a mouthful.”