September May Romance Novels & Stories

Public displays of affection hhhmmm I love them. Our dinner, as usual, is merely an excuse for us to be together in a quiet romantic setting. You see, it's not the food we seek here but the atmosphere. A quiet table near the back where we still can see the sunset but are afforded our own privacy for love. They know us here; after all, this is a weekly gesture for us.

He put on some music, a soft melody that further accentuated the romantic atmosphere. There were no more doubts in my mind, only a burning desire to let myself be carried away. I let myself be guided by my instincts, the attraction between us electrifying the air. Romain looked into my eyes, a serious expression of desire etched on his face. Then, with a swift movement, he drew me towards him, and our lips met again.

"Wait, please. I know what you think. I know it's ridiculous that I accepted to be his date. I honestly think I made a mistake." He flared his arm in the air, "Yes, of course, it's a silly mistake." "But... Ethan, it's not so simple," my tone was urgent and passionate. "I only want to feel loved for once just like other girls." My heart suddenly sank deeply as if it had fallen into my stomach the moment those words came out of my mouth. Ethan's eyes softened in response, his hand reaching out to my cheek. "But, I have... always loved you," he muttered, his voice shaky as an awkward tension filled the air.

“Sit, sit. You need energy. Wedding planning is hard work.” Enzo chuckled beside me, squeezing my hand under the table as we sat down. Breakfast started light. We talked about the weather, the drive back to the city, and how beautiful the garden looked in the morning light. But halfway through, Mrs. Romano set her coffee down and leaned forward, eyes sparkling with excitement. “So,” she said, looking between us, “let’s talk dates. Spring is beautiful. April or May? Early May would be perfect — flowers everywhere, not too hot. What do you think, Lila?”

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

I laughed and sighed, "Knock it off Romeo." I grabbed my notebook and getting out of the car, did a brief check to make sure my black polo shirt was tucked into the jeans I was wearing. The jeans were more than a little tight and the shirt showed off the arms I'd built up playing football the last two years. All in all I thought I looked pretty good. Whether I was showing off for Kim or in some vain hope Miss Ross checked out young guys was up for debate, but one way or another I was happy with the result. I'd also sprayed on some Wings cologne for a little extra effect and after running my fingers through my hair, walked up to Miss Ross's door and rang the bell.

Dorrien countered. “Well we are—” “We saw it, dearest. No need to be shy,” Romaine painted a saccharine smile to which Dorrien frowned. Rozelyn and Cyrill then held each other’s body again and kissed. “Let them be, “ Dorrien stated. So, Romaine and Dorrien walked away from the scene as silent as they could. *** “They have chemistry, you know…” Dorrien muttered as he took a sip at his mocktail drink.

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.

The shopkeeper could not stop when it came to introducing his plants. "Metasequoia and orchid are suitable for putting on the lady's dresser. Dwarf champagne and Scindapsus are ideal for putting in this gentleman's study. I also want to introduce this flower to you, which we have newly developed. It is called romance blue. This flower is spectacular, and it blooms into the shape of a heart. We sell them in a set of two. One is red and another in blue. It symbolizes the love between two people. It is most suitable for newly-married couples like you."