Romance Talk Novels & Stories

"I know, but it’s not the same. What if I want to gossip about the bad dates Roxy or Claire went on before she bonded? Or talk about which new shoe line we need?" "You can talk about shoes with me. I'm a great listener," I muttered, grabbing hold of her wrist and hauling her onto my lap. My face burrowed into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet fragrance. “There are just certain sacred things, Bredon. Girl talk is like Fight Club. You can’t join.” "You can talk to me as your imaginary girlfriend," I teased her. “No,” She squeaked, squirming as my breath tickled her skin.

It never even crossed my mind. "Ugh. Is romance dead these days?" I asked in frustration, my hands dramatically making gestures. "Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?"

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

Regina We spend all day talking through our mindlink, sharing our thoughts and emotions effortlessly. It's like having a constant connection, allowing us to understand each other on a deeper level. We talk and talk as if there is no end to our conversation, delving into the depths of our minds and exploring the intricacies of our souls. Sharing everything that we might not have known about each other before. It's a profound experience that strengthens our bond and brings us closer together, unveiling layers of ourselves that we never knew existed.

"That's what's known as a double entendre. We were talking about wine, but the conversation could have easily been about your time in your bed with your mates." Heat flared through my cheeks. "Do people really talk about sex like that? Just out in the open?" She nodded. "Some more than others. Some more tawdry or trashy than others. But yes, sex is a common conversation among humans. Of both genders." Drace came back over, a wan smile on her face. "Remind me to never drink tequila again." Her flowing accent was gone. She rubbed a hand over her belly. "Now I need some food to sop up whatever's left in there." She chuckled. "And it isn't much."

I looked at him with a snort, I grabbed his cheek and pinched it so he moaned. "I knew it, you're going to do that to my cheek!" He said annoyed and rubbed his cheek. I burst out laughing and rolled over on his bed. "What about you, how are you?" I stopped at his question. "Tsk, you're still asking questions! It's boring too, can you believe we had a date at the library--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he said something. "That's a good library, isn't it, I want to try it there but boys are so stagey, like girls, they prefer it in bed! By the way, what did you two do in there?"

"You wouldn't want to have my children?" My mouth is agape. "I can't believe you're seriously talking about that, Roman." "Why not? I told you we'd have the talk." "Well, this conversation's boring." He chuckles. "Boring, huh?" "Really boring." He presses his lips against mine, and as always, I lose myself in the heat of his proximity and the intensity of his kiss.

Roman’s movements were jerky and desperate, and when she finally started to fall, he came right along with her. His breathing was as harsh as hers when she slumped against him to catch her breath. "You're right. I love to fuck you. I love how you taste. I love the sounds you make. I love how you respond to me," Roman said, still breathless. "But this isn’t just about sex.” She chuckled and lifted her head from him. “We’ve had sex in a garden and then your car in the middle of nowhere because we couldn’t wait to get home. It is about sex, Roman. But that’s okay. Other people don’t have what we have,” she said.

"No work, I promise. I just want to talk." Worry creeps up on me again. Talk? What does he mean by talk? Like, talk about us being over? Talk about there never being an Us. My heart nearly stops. Did someone die? Is that what he wants to talk about? My blood pressure rises and my heart beat quickens with panic. "Stop getting so worked up about it," Ramon chuckles softly. "It's not anything bad, little wolf. I just simply want to talk, and enjoy your company." He sighs. I look up at him and knot my eyebrows.

I asked. “Yeah, sweep her off her feet. They’re both into romantic movies, so a bold confession of your love should do the trick.” Roman said and I wasn’t sure he was joking or not. “I am not even sure I am in love with her, besides, I have a hard time talking to her.” “That’s because you like her! You see, you didn’t used to have trouble talking to her. Even your weird anxiety is letting you know you like Maggie.” “You’re annoying.”