Romance Talking Novels & Stories

We get tired of the whole meet and greet situation and begin using our telepathy to talk to each other. "I'm not choosing any of these girls for a mate. Mating is gross! And girls are grosser!" Romeo tells me. "Hey, that's mean! I'm a girl and I'm not gross!" I pout. "Okay, so you and mom aren't gross. But all the other females.....Yuck!" "Is that Xavier?" I ask Romeo and he shrugs. We watch as our best friend talks to some kid. "Who is he talking to?" I get another shoulder shrug.

He also enjoyed reading biographies and classic literature. Meanwhile, she admitted that she preferred romance novels. Kevin gave a soft laugh. "Romance?" She pouted. "What? What's wrong with romance?" "Nothing." But judging from the teasing smile on his face, he clearly wanted to make fun of her. "There are plenty of great romance books." "Yeah, yeah." "I know." She frowned even more. Kevin laughed again. Before long, she found herself laughing too. His laughter was strangely contagious. Another hour passed. Neither of them noticed how naturally the conversation kept flowing. Eventually, they found themselves talking about their childhoods, their families, and their dreams.

“Everything is perfect. I simply prefer consistency. And I enjoy our conversations. Do you mind if you stay a little longer today? I would like the company while you work.” I hesitated for only a second. “I can stay for a while. As long as I finish my other rooms on time.” He smiled and gestured toward the seating area. “Take your time. Talk to me while you work. Tell me what you are reading for your literature classes right now.” I started with the bed, pulling the sheets tight while answering. “We are studying gothic romance this week. Stories full of secrets and dangerous attractions. The kind where the heroine knows she should stay away but cannot.”

“Architect. Bad week. Walked in here because I didn’t want to go home. Didn’t expect you.” I laughed and dropped to my knees again, spreading my legs wide. “Expect me? Baby, no one expects me. They just survive me.” Roman’s eyes darkened. “You always talk this much during a dance?” “Only when the guy looks like he can handle it.” I leaned forward, letting my breasts brush close to his face. “You handling it so far?” He swallowed. “Barely.” I smiled, wicked. “Good. Means I’m doing my job.”

“See nothing romantic, I just think there has been too much tension between us, and as much as the fire keeps burning, I am also aware, it is not healthy, so I think we need to discuss,” The word, “Nothing Romantic pierced me,” I mean, I wasn't expecting it to be romantic, but the thought of it that way gave me a certain kind of thrill. “I will have Angela look at any date within the week I would be free and get back to you,” A big smile formed on his lips, “Thank you,” “I hope I don't regret it,” “Well, we can never say….” he teased. “Nolan,” I glared at him. “You won't, I promise,” he assured me, extending his hands towards me,”

I scowl, a little, thinking about it, and Luca grins at me, lifting a hand and brushing his thumb over my frowning lip like he loves the shape of it. “Sometimes,” he murmurs, “sex is just about two people who are attracted to each other getting naked and doing really weird things to each other’s bodies.” I burst into laughter then, my head tilting back on my neck. Luca laughs with me, I can feel his body vibrating against mine. “Luca!” I gasp. “That is the least romantic thing I’ve ever heard!”

he says without missing a beat. “Big talk for someone who studies love scenes on YouTube.” “I study execution,” he says dryly. “Execution?” I laugh. “You make romance sound like a merger.” He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “Maybe for me, it is.” And just like that—there it is again. That tension. The kind that hums beneath every joke, every argument, every accidental touch. Slow. Burning. Dangerous. I look away first, because I’m a coward. “You’re impossible.”

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.

Khalan sits beside me on the couch and we stay snuggled in each other. "What are you watching?" "A movie. Love Actually. I love that movie." "Of course you do." He teases. "What that's supposed to mean?" I ask laughing. "You were always a romantic. I love that about you." "And you are a flirt, always were." "And you love that about me." He says getting closer to my face. I smile looking at those delicious lips, centimeters from me. "You said we were going to talk about us." "Yes, talk then." Those were some very distracting lips. The things they already did with me.

Well, she was right about that “I think it's fair that we talk about these things, right? Let's be honest with each other. Or you don't feel comfortable talking to me about those things?” "I don't feel comfortable talking about those things with anyone, period.” I replied moving away a little to see her face "But rest assured that when I have another erection and it will certainly be soon if you keep kissing me like you did a while ago, believe me I'll let you know.” I promised kissing her gently, feeling the taste of the mint. "That's the most romantic thing you've said to me so far.” She said, both of us giggling like fools. "Livie, how far do you want to take your curiosity?” I asked the