Romance Talking Novels & Stories

- Emma was talking while drinking and berating me. "I know, I know! I wanted to make a romantic dinner just the two of us." - I have never done these things before, I don't even know where to start.

“Okay babe. But if you ever feel like something’s missing, don’t be afraid to explore. Your body, your rules.” Jasmine nodded. “Exactly. No shame in knowing what makes you tick.” We let the topic drift after that. Then we talked about work complaints, the new drama series everyone was obsessed with, how romantic I should be Tonight, and plans for next weekend. They finished their wine, gathered their bags, and hugged me tight at the door. “Good luck with your romantic dinner hon, don't blow it,” said Naomi. I smiled at her. “Love you,” Jasmine whispered. “Think about what we said.”

After Isabella settled in with her donut and her coloring book, Ava leaned forward, eyes curiously sharp. “So… tell me about last night.” I rolled my eyes. “Ava.” “What? You and Roman talk, what, once in a blue moon without chaos? Of course I want the details.” I took a sip of my iced latte. “It wasn’t dramatic. No fighting. No crying. We just… talked about the future.” Ava’s eyes widened. “Future-future? Like baby future? Wedding renewal future? Buying a private island future?” I snorted. “Calm down.”

I asked, my voice rough. “So it’s romantic dinners now?” he began, his voice low. “Is there something you have to say about this dinner? You've made reference to it countless times.” “I just didn’t think it was your style,” he responded quickly. “But I am also curious, if you two weren’t talking about sex, what was the topic then?” I crossed my arms. “Nothing about the kisses we shared. Unlike you, normal humans go on dates to get to know each other, be it relationships or friendship.”

"Jim, I treasure every word, every shared moment. Our conversations are the heartbeat of our story." The night unfolds, filled with the richness of our dialogues. In the quiet spaces between words, I find solace, knowing that these conversations are the echoes of a love story continually evolving. As we embrace the beauty of connection, I'm reminded that, in the dance of shared words, we find the rhythm of our enduring love.

“It’s not that, Lena, I don’t want you to think that I am being nice to you because I want something from you. I really want us to have a talk.” “I am all ears Dante.” “I wanted to tell you about it this morning but we started off bad, let’s cool off and talk about it in the evening, I no longer have time.” He replied. “Sure.” He drank from the glass of joy and he stood up from the dining chair. “Can we talk over a movie?” I asked and he nodded “Sure.” He bent to my level and placed a kiss on my cheek. “Be good.” I blushed so badly, his lips were soft on my cheeks, it was so good. I think we're getting back in terms of communication.

"To the love that grows stronger with each passing day." Roman smiled, his eyes sparkling with adoration. "To us," he echoed, clinking his glass against mine, the sound resonating with a promise of everlasting devotion. As we savored each bite, we engaged in light-hearted conversation, our laughter filling the air. We shared stories, dreams, and aspirations, our words floating effortlessly between us like delicate melodies. Roman's presence was a constant source of comfort and joy, his deep voice soothing to my soul.

"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.

Unable to decipher the mystery, Mandy decided to enter the room with a smile, asking, "Hey, you two. What were you guys talking about?" Tina and Paige both paused for a moment. Mandy was back? Did she overhear their conversation just now? She probably did not since they spoke so softly, and Mandy had just returned. "We were discussing the plot of the drama," Tina said with a smile. Mandy glanced at the TV. It was a cliche drama. Could discussing such a drama make them so happy, even altering their relationship? Mandy found it hard to believe. “Is it good? I shall join you guys.” Mandy walked over to Tina’s side and sat down.

“Okay. What about movies? Action? Romance? Horror?” I open my mouth, and the toy pulses sharply—this time so strong I nearly yelp. My hands fly to my thighs, pressing hard, trying to regain control. “Rom… Romance. Sometimes horror,” I manage to gasp. Kevin laughs softly, leaning back. “I’m starting to get a picture of you.” I try my best to concentrate, to make sure this conversation doesn't seem like an interview but fuck I can't. Not with Tamer constantly switching it on when I'm answering or turning it off when I'm so freaking close.