Romantic Drawings For Boyfriend Easy Novels & Stories

She still didn’t trust Adrian completely, but seeing Liam’s happiness made it hard to push him away. She closed the door and turned around, watching as Liam pulled Adrian toward the living room. “Come, sit here!” Liam said, pointing to the couch. Adrian sat down, and Liam ran to grab a stack of papers from the coffee table. He held them up proudly. “These are my drawings!” Adrian took the papers, flipping through them one by one. He smiled as he studied each one. “Wow, these are amazing, Liam. You’re really talented.” Liam beamed. “Do you like this one?” He pointed to a drawing of a tall man holding hands with a smaller boy. The details weren’t clear, but Nadine knew exactly who it was suppo

“Will you be my girlfriend? My forever? ” My chest tightened. “Yes,” I answered immediately, my voice soft but sure. He didn’t say anything after that. He just leaned in and kissed me, slow, warm, like he was sealing the moment. I smiled into it. Then, out of nowhere, he stood up. I watched him bend down and draw a big heart in the sand. Inside it, he wrote my name, Zara. I laughed and stood up too. Taking my turn, I drew another heart, starting from my side, curving it so it intertwined with his, like the two hearts were holding each other.

A few moments later, his rock painting was done and the painting he chose to have was a cartoon woman with a pair of wings on her back and underneath it, he wrote Sabrina Dravos. “I don’t think I need to explain the meaning of this rock. As you can see, the drawing in this rock represents you. For me, you are a beautiful angel. I love you so much and I want you to know that.” She was deeply touched by him and she wanted to do the same in the empty rock.

"I know it's sick. I know you have every right to go running for the hills while screaming bloody murder and I won't blame you if you do because-" I kiss him. His lips are stiff beneath mine but after a while, they soften and his hand circles my waist, dragging me closer to his body. I pull away once breathing starts getting difficult. "You're not mad at me?" Lorenzo asks in wonder with his eyes wide. A normal person would probably find it creepy that someone has hundreds of drawings of them being naked. I'm not normal then because, for some reason, I kind of find it romantic that Lorenzo has been drawing me all these years even when we weren't together. It means that I've been a constant th

Knox dropped my hand bringing his own up to hold the side of my jaw, tilting my head back to look at him. "I only agreed to be your fake boyfriend so Olivia could have a great Christmas with our parents gone. That is why I accepted doing this. But," his green eyes locked with mine and never looked away. "after being around you and learning who you are, I don't want your money....I want you. " I took a shaky breath. "You do?" "Yes I do." He let out a small chuckle. "I want you and your sassy comebacks, your no-shit attitude, your crazy and loud family. Somehow in a matter of a week you have bewitched me Aubrey Lynn."

She held up her drawing, a colorful sketch of four figures holding hands under a bright sun. “Look, Mommy! I made this for you!” she said, her voice bubbling with pride. “That’s me, you, Grandpa Emerson, and Mr. Hayes—your boyfriend!” I laughed, a giddy, heartfelt sound, my cheeks flushing at the word. Boyfriend. It felt delicious, like a secret I wanted to savor. Shawn, with his goofy grin and unwavering heart, was mine, and the thought made my soul sing. “Boyfriend, huh?” I said, teasing, ruffling her curls. “You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?”

"You're back! Look what I made!" I dropped to my knees and caught him in my arms, lifting him into a tight hug. The scent of baby powder and clean clothes instantly made all the lingering stress leave my muscles. "Oh, sweetie! Let me see. What did you draw?" Leo held up the paper proudly. It was a drawing of a big blue boat on a wavy green sea, with a very tall man, a woman, and a little boy standing on the deck. The tall man had black hair, just like Julian.

"Always. I know my boys. I know what you like. I know how you take your pancakes. Extra syrup. Extra butter. Extra love. Extra everything." He kisses my forehead. His lips are warm. His hand lingers on my cheek. His thumb traces my jaw. His eyes are soft. His heart is open. "I love you. I love you so much. I don't say it enough. I don't show it enough. I don't prove it enough." "I love you too. More than anything. More than everything. More than my own life. More than I ever thought possible." Noah looks up from his drawing. His little face is smudged with marker. There's purple on his nose. Green on his chin. Blue on his ear. Red on his forehead. He's a beautiful mess. He's perfect.

“Hmm, I don't even have to think too hard about this. I want my mouth on it every time we're intimate, so maybe right over your nipples.” I blinked. He was serious. “That artist better be a woman when we get there. Imagine I'm sucking hard on them and relieving this tattoo experience every time, especially when you tease me with your beautiful moans. Would be hot as fuck.” At this point I was considering a quickie before we walked in there. My boyfriend sounded super horny. It's been over a year, and I still made him this horny, this hopeless as though I've starved him since I met him. It was beautiful to experience true love.