Romantic In Your Arms Quotes Novels & Stories

Despite my anger, his touch and kind words had a calming effect on me. The music was so light and breathy that I felt like I was floating in the air. He wrapped his arm around my waist and softly nuzzled my neck, "I know how you feel, I know I should have made things clear to you before only but trust me it's you, it's always been you and it will always be you, Amore. Nicolas Arnold can't even think about a woman who's not you. You're the only one for whom his heart beats."

I stammered, unsure of how to respond. Ryan smiled, a look of gentle affection in his eyes. "It's romantic," he finished for me, his smile widening. "I know it's cheesy, but I want to do this for you, Isabella. I want to be here for you, even when you're asleep." His words made emotions wash over me in a rush. I felt a lump in my throat, my eyes prickling with tears. "Ryan," I whispered. "That's the sweetest, most ridiculous thing anyone has ever said to me." An that was the truth, no sugar coating of words.

Romain reacted immediately, his eyes lighting up with a gleam he reserved only for me. "I love you too," he replied, his voice husky and vibrating with emotion. The echo of our confessions mingled with our bodies, with our souls beating in harmony. We desired each other like souls lost in the vast ocean of life, finding refuge in one another. Romain took me in his arms, his warmth enveloping me, and I closed my eyes, letting myself be carried away by this momentum. Each gesture became an exploration, caresses tracing promises of devotion and passion.

He chuckled, "I'm romanticizing you because you deserve to hear beautiful things, and Rumi had taken all the right words out of me ... I think I'm a few hundred years too late to be a poet." It made her laugh. "Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being," he quoted. "He didn't say that?" "He did ... reason is powerless in the expression of love," he continued. She was still grinning, his arms were tighter around her keeping her warm from the chill. "These pains you feel are messengers ... listen to them." Her smile started to fade. He wasn't just quoting them randomly, she felt those words were meant for her. "Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears o

The night stretched on, and we remained in each other's arms, lost in our own private world. As we laid there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that this was a moment I would never forget. The penthouse, with its stunning lake view, was the perfect setting for a romantic evening, and I felt grateful to have Alex by my side to share it with.

"You needn't doubt. For you reside within my thoughts always, Artemy. Even in the realm of dreams, you are my constant companion." "Excellent," he breathed, a breathtaking smile gracing his lips, stealing my very breath. In that profound instant, I comprehended my yearning: an unquenchable desire to witness that smile in perpetuity. I would willingly traverse any path to be bestowed with that resplendent, jubilant expression time and again. Artemy intertwined our fingers together, creating an unbreakable bond as we strolled back to the house, emanating the aura of a newly united couple.

HEY GUYS, I'VE DECIDED TO START POSTING LITTLE POEMS WHICH I WROTE DURING THE COURSE OF WRITING THIS STORY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. ROMANCE What is romance, yeah yeah yeah Where is romance Isn't it here? Is it a knight in shinning armor Can I ever see it? Can I ever experience it? I want my own romance With my most romantic fantasy Filled with dreams that May not come to pass But I can't stop fantasizing

I know it might be for just a second but I would still choose a second in your arms over millions in somebody else's. The sun sets, lights drown out and that is when you come to me. You come to me when the ache from another 'her' returns and I welcome you with arms wide open. It could be days, weeks, months, years from now and I'd still welcome you with arms aching from being held up in the air because I know it is wrong, I know it is not supposed to happen but I will forever choose a second with you than millions with others. -

“Look at me.” “I am looking at you.” “Then look properly.” “Roman.” I push again, getting nowhere. “I said let go.” “I like you close.” He says it simply, like that settles it. “You want to be angry? Fine. Be angry. Say everything in your head. Get it all out. But do it here.” His arm tightens slightly. “I want to feel you while you do it.” “That is possibly the most arrogant thing you have ever said to me.”

After a silence between both of them, which transports them to highlights of their time together, Bruce kind of breaks the nostalgic moment, “But anyway, in one word... define Romantic...” “I see it like a box of chocolate, just one of those assortments that mom brought every time she came back from a trip. In our land, all people have practically one flavor. This is a well-assorted box...” excited.