Romance Text To Her Novels & Stories

Picking up her phone, she sent him a brief text. "Come home soon, I miss you 💝 “

She was on fire, a deep burning lit her core but she had no idea what to do, he looked into her eyes and smiled, ‘Ho aspettato così a lungo per te la mia piccola rosa inglese. Non ti lascerò mai più andare. Tu sei mio.’ [I have waited so long for you my little Bella. I am never going to let you go again. You are mine.]

His kisses had started a fire inside her core that refused to be extinguished so she sent him a secret note in return, ‘Thank you for the beautiful gift. I miss you too very much so when you see me wearing your gift then you will know that the wait will be over.’ Romero was thrilled when he got the note from her but he frowned when he read it, ‘What the hell did she mean when he saw her wearing it? He could not get near her that rottweiler Carlotta saw to that.’

Again, instant reply. "Well, the last text didn't have please in it, why did you text back so quick then?" She asked. "That's just because I love you," he added a small heart after the text that was enough to send shivers down her spine in thoughts. She could almost hear the texts in his voice, so clear and ringing in her ears like it was ingrained in her memory system now.

Though, jokes are half-meant, they say. {Hey, I am back.} Seen. That one single text from her sent my soul up to the full moon as I feel something dancing in my stomach. It's as if my lips are about to get ripped because of how wide my grin is. She really knows how to give me that thrilling sensation. {Are you in your condo? Or are you home? Do you mind if I visit you now, love?} I texted her as I lean on the railings of my balcony.

“Kay! I’m so happy for you!” I smiled faintly. “The guy you like… likes you back. This is literally a perfect romance story!” “…Yeah,” I said softly. “It is.” My eyes stayed on her. She slowly lowered her hands. Her expression changed. “It’s the perfect romance story…” she said slowly, “…so why do you look sad?” I didn’t answer immediately. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” she asked gently. “He likes you. You like him. He didn’t fire you. So… what’s the problem?”

Text me to let me know you made it back to your place safely. Her heart fluttered and her chest tightened as she stared at his words. His concern, or rather his possessiveness—she wasn’t sure which it was—warmed her to her core. She sent back a quick text, smiling as she entered her apartment. I’m back just now. Had fun. See you tomorrow.

I eye her. "I’m here to romance you.” She winks at me. I try my best not to burst out laughing at her facial expression. She looks like she’s in pain. She strips out of her while shirt. “You know sex isn’t romancing?” I tease her. She glares at me. she buttons her shirt again. “Oh, baby is this too hard for you?” I tease. She glares at me. “Just you wait I’m going to romance the fucking shit out of you…” she storms out of the room.

"You have no idea what broke in me with that message. I felt shattered, not because you rejected me but because of how it was... I am glad you are back. I... I love you, Roman." She looked back into my eyes, her eyes filled with emotions but her lips not saying the words. "Can you make me say the words back to you?" She asked softly. "One week. I will make you fall heads over heels in love with me in one week, Roman. Do I have the chance?" "You do..." A smile parted her lips and I didn't hesitate before dipping down and kissing her on the lips. A little spark of hope. A burning flame of love.

My fingers twitched, aching to fist in her hair, to drag that smart little mouth right where I wanted it. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck, “You call me an idiot again, I’ll bend you over the hood and make you spell my name with your tongue until you forget every other word you know.” She smoothed the skirt of her dress with one graceful hand, rolling her eyes, “You really do know how to romance a lady, Rino.” “You want romance now?” I asked, arching a brow. She shook her head, that wicked smile cutting across her face. “No, I want you to do a donut.”