Terms Of Endearment 2 Novels & Stories

He said making her heart skip from the endearment he used on her. "Did you just..." She hiccuped. Somehow he always found a way to make her nervous around him, either from his words or his touch. "Call me something like baby or my love or sweetheart, you know call me something better," He said with a glint of smile on his face. Ella coughed, trying to supress her laughter. "You can laugh you know, no need to choke yourself," Francis said with a smug look. "We are not even dating yet you want me to use an endearment on you? Seriously?" She scoffed, folding her arms underneath her breast.

"We should think of a good endearment." "Endearment? I thought we're just going to call each other, babe?" I frowned. "That's sexy, but too common. I know a lot of couple broke up with that same endearment." "Alright, then what shall we call each other then?" "Hmm. How about, honey? Or maybe sweetheart?" "Isn't that common too? How about pumpkin?" My eyes widened when he said that. I put my glass down and started laughing out loud. "Pumpkin?! Where did you even get that? That is so childish!"

He wiggled his brows " you meant 'love '?" She smiled " yeah that" " Don't you like it? " " Oh common, it's kind of cheesy. " He scoffed " but I love calling you that . I also think you should have an endearment name for me too" he suggested She squeezed up her face " what would you like? I prefer referring you as Faisal " " But I don't like it" he shrugged " I think you should start calling me with names like " Buttercup, sweetheart, darling, honey and the likes of them " he wiggled his brows

“I didn’t say I hate it, or I like it.” He sighed. “Fine. We’ll cancel endearments. Just plain names, okay?” “Sounds better.”

"Of course not babe, you always look beautiful. Always, but tonight, extra beautiful, stunning, mesmerizing, elega-" "Don't fatter me," Sam cut him off, blushing hard. Her face turned vermilion red at the compliments. "I'm not. Really. You're an epitome of beauty babe," he continued and Sam couldn't help but to blush more. "I love you babe," Sam blurted and blushed, realizing she just used an endearment for him. He smiled and replied. "Me too babe."

she muttered sarcastically. He let out a surprised yelp and gave her a quick glance. “Hey, I’m driving. Save the flirtatious banters for later.” Audrey wanted to bury her face in her palms and groan. “Are you going be this annoying the entire time we’re going to establish your story?” “It’s our story. So, what is your choice of endearment? I’d be okay with ‘baby’, ‘babe’, ‘sweetheart.’ I think I’d be happy if you call me ‘darling.’" He was rambling like a kid writing down his Christmas wishes.

He growled,tapping and massaging my soaked entrance with his fingers. I closed my eyes,a light moan leaving me. I needed him. "Oh, please, Ethan.” I moaned, but I got disappointed as I felt his touch disappear, making me open my eyes. “I think it's time you find an endearment for me, kitten.” He said,his tone serious. “Huh?” Where did that come from? “I have so many endearments for you, kitten; it's only right you give me one as my wife.”

I tensed by the mere thought. "No!" she quickly replied, " you didn't, it's just that it was too much pleasure, I was overwhelmed.". And the information made me feel proud and happy, I gave her lips a sweet kiss, a kiss that was replenished with all my love for her. "I love you, Iris." "I love you too Mr.Handsome," she said smiling in the kiss. Mr. Handsome was the first ever endearment she gave me. She uses it rarely, maybe that's why it's one of my favorites.

I sarcastically replied. “I’m sorry,” he said. He then snuggled closer to me, as if seeking affection. I could feel his breath on my neck. Secretly, I couldn’t help but smile at his actions. I ran my fingers through his damp hair. I really like this side of him. Sweet and clingy. “Baby…” he whispered, using his usual term of endearment for me. “Hmm?” I responded. “Thank you.” I furrowed my brow. “Thank you for what?”

I feel a bit bad, so I kiss his lips. “I’m sorry.” He grins at me, sending butterflies scattering in my stomach. It really is unfair that he is so gorgeous. “That’s ok. Good morning, my love.” “Morning, sweet cheeks,” I reply, chuckling. “Sweetcheeks?” He looks at me quizzically. “I’m trying to choose a term of endearment.” He laughs and proceeds to squeeze my bum. “These are sweet, while mine are…yeah, keeping looking.” I laugh as I nestle my face into his neck because I can’t get enough of his scent. I relax as he trails his hands up my naked body, sending jolts of electric energy to every place he touches.