Sweet Things To Say Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I cupped his cheeks and linked my forehead with his little one. "Of course my boyfriend, just order what you want." He cupped my hands with his little ones,"I want you to visit me often when you are free. Will you?" "How can I say no to my handsome. I was about to ask you this and you surprised me.", I said kissing his forehead. He giggled and blushed. "I thought your hugs are great but I just realised your kisses are also sweet. ", he paused for a second and looked up at my face intently.

“You know you’re like the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen?” I smile up at my boyfriend, Marshall, as I lean against my locker holding my books to my chest enjoying his low and sweet voice. I know we look like a cliche high couple with our stance but I don’t really care as he tucks some of my dark hair behind my ear and butterflies fill my stomach. I blush, feeling a flutter in my chest. "You're the sweetest, Marshall," I gush standing on my tip toes as I place a my lips on his his.

"Thank you for not arguing with me about going this morning. I know you worry when I’m out alone, but I really wanted to do this for you." "I am very lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend. Who hurts himself to surprise me. Ya tebya lyublyu. Now go to sleep, baby."

"Why's the ...why's the writeup can I be your lover? and.. I mean I love it it's beautiful, it's just that... usually it's can I be your boyfriend or whatever?", I stuttered. He chuckled and held my hand and stroked it softly. "Charlie... boyfriend sounds like we're kids, I'm hitting 30, I don't think I need a boyfriend, I need you as my lover, my partner, I really do". Mind you, I'm still confused and trying to wrap my hands around all of this, cuz I can't believe it, I'm thinking it's some kind of prank honestly

I stood between his legs and put my hands on either side of his face, looking into his eyes. “Silly boy. I could taste your energy in there. I’m glad I’m such a good actress, you thought for even a moment that I didn’t like you. How could I possibly hate such a sweet, cute, and loving boyfriend? You are the man I love most in the world and nothing is ever going to change that. My honeyed hunk.” I kissed him softly all over his face as I lectured him. Ford wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly to him.

His eyes were deep, questioning, as if he was trying to figure out if I was serious. He pulled out of me slowly, but didn’t move from where he was, his weight still pressed lightly against me. “Are you really fine with this?” he finally asked, his voice low and unexpectedly seductive. Something in his tone sent a thrill through me, and I bit my lower lip, fighting back a smile. Of course, I wanted this. The idea had been in my mind for longer than I cared to admit. I nodded, a playful smile curving my lips. “It would be fun to have an intimate relationship with my mom’s boyfriend,” I said, the words almost daring him to react.

"I didn't mean... I mean, I did but fuck." I couldn't fucking help it. The smile on my face grew so wide it was a surprise it didn't split my cheeks. "You didn't ask me properly. "Huh? What?" He started to ask but his eyes narrowed at me and he snapped. "Get the fuck out." I laughed. “No, really. Don't you think you should?” “I don’t need to ask,” he said, grabbing my wrist and tugging me toward him again. I grinned like an idiot bevause it felt like I was suddenly high in drugs. I felt so good. “Being your boyfriend has a nice ring to it.” I told pecked his lips. "We should celebrate, boyfriend."

How should I end this? I smiled stupidly and tried to please him. "Hehe, I knew it. You're noble and cool. How would you send ravioli to others? That's a misunderstanding. Good night, my dear boyfriend. Have a nice dream."

He didn't reply but his lips twitched up in a smirk. A moment of silence passed between us. Too soon, he decided to break it. "So...how's your boyfriend being to you? Is he all lovey dovey like you want?" "Yes. He's very sweet and a perfect boyfriend," I said overly sweetly. "I greatly doubt that." "Oh please, you don't even know. He really is. And may I ask you how your girlfriend is?" I asked, putting special emphasis on the word 'girlfriend'. "She's good."

I'm that perfect girlfriend. We hopped in and I kissed Shawn. My naughty boyfriend couldn't stop licking my lips. "We could do this later." I cupped his cheeks. "Definitely," Shawn replied, biting his lips. When I looked back at Harry, there was just something about his eyes that I couldn't fathom. Was he jealous? That's not even possible. Even if there was another world, Harry will never fall for me.