One Year Anniversary With Boyfriend Novels & Stories

he continued. Frances remained silent. It seems that what he said has not yet registered in her mind. Frances closed her eyes. His hand was tightly around her neck. And as soon as his hand came down to touch her waist, she cried just then. He smiled widely. "I planned it, sweetheart. It's our first anniversary. Did you remember it?” His thumb caressed his waist gently and he couldn't hold back his tears. "Happy first anniversary, my sweetheart. We made it through this year and we knew that it will last forever," he continued. The tears in Jony's eyes could no longer be held back, they were flowing freely.

I stood between his legs, my hands on his shoulder and his on the back of my thighs. "Someone Im considering doing business with. He's so immature though." He rolled his eyes and placed his forehead on my stomach. "I could be a house-boyfriend and you can be the working girlfriend." I laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Hell no. You'll live." I bent down and kissed his hair. "Can you believe we've been together for a year?" He looked up at me with a smile. "And it's been the best year of my life." His hands slide up to my ass as I go down and press my lips against his.

The party raged below us, a sea of twinkling lights and happy sounds. "I can't believe this is it," I said softly, leaning my head against his shoulder. "You're officially a high school graduate." He sighed, contentedly, his arm tightening around me. "yup" he corrected gently. "You and me. We survived high school-even though you still have one more year left." "It feels so... big," I admitted. "Like we're on the edge of something huge." "We are," he said. He turned me to face him, his expression serious in the soft light. "But we're doing it together. You're going to have an amazing senior year. And I'm going to be the annoying boyfriend who drives two hours every Friday just to take you out

Reily’s POV Today is my first anniversary with my boyfriend. I'm so excited! A year of love and beautiful memories, ones that have been made and yet to be made. Noel, my boyfriend, owns a cafe, one at which I took a part-time job. It’s been an amazing experience so far, getting to see him all the time. The sneaky moment we took to make out while at work, the thought alone made me blush. To celebrate our special day, I decided to buy him a gift. I chose a beautiful watch that I knew he would love.

And if I knew anything at all, it was that I didn’t want to live another year without asking her the question that’s lived on my tongue for months. It wasn't just a proposal. It was our anniversary. One year since we began. One year of choosing me, again and again even when she was angry, confused or afraid. That had to mean something. My phone buzzed. A text from the decorator: “Everything is on track.” I stared at the message for a long time. Then I typed back one word: “Thanks.”

If I decide to run away, the future of the owner of those round eyes is at stake! I took a deep breath and returned my gaze to the front, clearing my thoughts of escaping from this place. After all, the agreement has been made and I can't cancel what I promised with the man who is now waiting for me at the altar. “You only need to be my wife for a year, until I really get back everything that's rightfully mine! After that you can leave me and go wherever you want!”

Time seems to run on these lands. Next month a new year commences and I am excited for Phobos and I have been together for two whole years now, which must surely be celebrated by us. He is not the type to mark anniversaries and such but I want to do so with him. This is a big thing for me he is my first and last relationship and I want to honour everything. Every stage and every new beginning of our bond. "Are you sore?" He asks once more his moist pink lips caressing my mark whilst he continues to tour the rim of my hole with his finger not entering merely teasing me.

“I heard the front door close not too long ago, he might’ve gone out, you guys do still have a few days left of your winter break, your birthday is also tomorrow. Anything you want to do?” So much has happened in such a short span of time, she completely forgot her own birthday. Chances are, if there wasn’t anyone to remind her, she only would’ve remembered because it’s New Years. This is her first year celebrating her birthday with a boyfriend. Since Harken knows everything about her right down to the fact that she doesn’t like onions, he must know her birthday. Knowing she will be spending this year with him gives her another wave of mixed emotions as she wanders back into her room.

"Time sure flies." I smiled looking at the decorated ballroom. It's been seven years since Noah and I became a couple. And today is the day of our imprinting anniversary. "Alpha Noah Ragnar entering the ballroom." Guard announced and my eyes eagerly waited for the handsome man of my life. Dressed in black suit and a pair of zipped leather shoes Noah walked inside. "Happy anniversary my beloved mate," he bowed and kissed my hand. My happiness couldn't be more than this moment. Everyone's eyes were stuck on us as he took my hands and placed them on his shoulder. Pulling me close to his chest he leans into a passionate kiss.

“I’ve been working so much lately, I haven’t had time to relax. My boyfriend’s going to be so jealous when he finds out where we ate.” “You have a boyfriend?” I acted a little surprised. “Yep.” She giggled, putting her glass down on the table. “We’ve been together for almost five years now.” “Five years?” I asked with my mouth agape. “I’ve never been with anyone that long! What’s your secret?” “You really want to know?” She asked, with one eyebrow raised. “Yes!” I laughed. “Spill!” “Okay, okay.” Stacy smiled, leaning in close. “Don’t compromise.”