Romance Text To Her Novels & Stories

Because I’m a dumbass. She begins gathering all her things, then leans across the center console. I greedily crash my lips into hers, wishing there was a way to tattoo the taste of her on my tongue. She pulls away flushed, and breathless, with that faraway haze of lust, and I have to remind myself she’s not ready. “Have a great day, darlin’; text me.” She nods, climbs from the car, twirls around, and skips across the lawn to the door of her building.

I wanted to wrap it around my hands as I plunged inside her. “Did you need something?” She was smiling a little. “You,” I said simply. “Well, that’s very to the point.” She glanced over her shoulder at her bed. “I was reading a book, you know. I was just about to get to the part where they bone.” I wrapped an arm around her waist. “You could get a good boning right now.” She laughed. “Trés romantique!” “Did you want romance? I can go send Laurent for a bouquet of flowers. Champagne, chocolates, the works.”

our texts were filled with me telling her to come out fo wherever she was, shiles sh either replied with ‘yes’, ‘on my way’, ‘okay’ or she randomly sent a sweet message that made my heart beat differently. She was a real romantic and a sucker for those things. I often caught myself wanting to text her in the middle of the day, something sweet that would surely make her blush but that was completely out of my character. “He's with her right now. That bastard has his eyes on her.” He nodded but paused and arched his brow, “Yes to the last part and ‘no’ to the first part. I just saw him with his partner talking about the accident at the mall.” “What accident?”

She wished she could see his face when he sent the text. He probably might be smiling now. Otherwise he wouldn't have used that word dear for her. She hugged herself and laid back on her bed. She couldn't sleep, her heart was filled with the thoughts of him hence she sent him the message. She didn't expect that he would still be awake and reply to her at once. Now, she could sleep. A pleasant night's rest. The man she loves sent her a romantic text and she wish it's coming from his heart and not just a mere message.

will be doing some shopping again today (tongue out emoji)' After she left the message, she didn't expect him to call her the whole day. He will reply to her text at best. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, fixed her hair, and took a deep breath before going back out to have her afternoon drinks with Roman. "Are you going back to the ship tonight?" Roman struck her with the question when she came back. She hadn't thought about it, she took her seat in front of him and looked him in the eyes, "Maybe ... we'll see ..."

" I wish you are telling me the truth. "As you say if you had one, then she would have been with you when you met the accident but you were alone at that time." I nodded my head as a compliment. "If you really have a feeling for her then don't waste your time, just tell her. She is perfect for you." With that, she left the room leaving me alone to take my decision. *

I grabbed her waist pulling her close, "I can't help the fact that you're so beautiful and the mere thought of you is enough to make me hard." Her melodious laughter made me smile. "Did you see the things I sent to you?" I asked planting a kiss on her neck as she snuggled against me. "I did, I was here earlier to express how grateful I am but you were in a meeting with Beta Cenat." She said playing with the hem of her robe. "You can expressed your gratitude now." I said with heat in my eyes. She smiled as her fingers trailed lazily up my thigh till they were dancing dangerously close to my dick.

She found a bench where she could have a good view of the garden, sat down and sent a text message to Jack. [Dr. Jack, I've arrived. I have decided to take you to a place, where birds chirp and the fragrance of flower lingers, to have a sweet dinner with you in a romantic garden-style restaurant. Quickly come down, I'm waiting in the atrium.] After thinking for a while, she added another sentence. [If we don’t meet, I will not leave!!!] Heavy exclamation marks emphasized her coquettish tone. This should be disgusting enough.

I tell her and I see the blush creeping onto her face "Do you know you're so cheesy, I mean I didn't expect an old man like you to be so romantic and cheesy" she said giving me a lopsided grin and I cocked my brows at her "Oh yeah? Old man huh"? I ask and she just chuckles "But I like it, infact I love it Tris, thank you" she whispered out "Anything for you Red" I mutter out before dipping and taking her lips in mine, I pull her closer to me so I can feel her body.

Her mind, hazy from the pleasure, struggled to keep up, but her instincts told her that this was more than just a fleeting moment. She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Without hesitation, she kissed his cheek, feeling the tension in his body slightly ease under her touch. Leaning in, she whispered gently into his ear, "I love you, Mr. Enrico Rossi. I love you." Her voice was warm, soothing, trying to melt away whatever invisible wall he had put up between them.