The Perfect Boyfriend Film Novels & Stories

"I don't even know why I have to explain that to you." "You don't." So why bring it up? Dismayed, she turned to glance at him and saw him frown again. "I get it. It's your job. Just don't pretend I'm the perfect boyfriend because that's just not possible." Perfect boyfriend? What was he even talking about? Was he drunk or just deliriously tired? As if he didn't hear what he just said, he took a few steps closer till he was standing right in front of her again. "I'm still a guy and...I'm just not comfortable that you're always with him."

What I like most is how Well we all hit it off. We talk about everything as we sit on the couches and discuss school and life. Adrian’s boyfriend shows up a few minutes later and hangs out with us. Taking a shot of tequila, I lean back in my seat and look at Jade. “So, you’re dating one of Micah’s friends?” Jade giggles excitedly and takes out her phone to show me a picture of her and this really gorgeous golden-haired man. “This is my boyfriend, Gideon. He and Micah work together.” I look at the picture and smile. The guy looks intense as he holds Jade close to his firm chest. They are a very attractive couple. “You guys are so cute.”

I loved it when he said that. After another session of lovemaking on the kitchen counter, Gabriel went back home. He kissed me passionately in front of my door and said he loved me (again). He didn't wait for me to say that. It feels like he said that because he wanted to. I know Gabriel will never push me to do anything I'm not ready yet. How can he be so perfect? I have a perfect boyfriend who loves me. I need to be a better girlfriend for us, too. ***

On the laptop, the video ends with the two guys curled together, kissing lazily, spent and happy. I feel the same—warm, sated, a little in love with the quiet night and the beautiful boy in my arms, even if he’s silicone and fantasy. I whisper into his hair, voice tender, “You were perfect tonight.”

Tell him to leave now! She looked at him for a long moment then she spoke quietly. "I asked him to come, he is my boyfriend now." Daniel stared at her. "What??" The words landed harder than she expected. Daniel shook his head. "No!" He forced out a laugh. "You're only saying that because you're upset. We're still together right?" Bianca slowly stood. "No, Daniel. We're not." His smile disappeared quickly. "You don't mean that."

He'd even deliberately blocked me from coming over to check. It took everything in me not to cry. My voice hoarse, I asked, "Preston Nolin, aren't you supposed to be my boyfriend? Don't you want to go to the same college as me anymore?" Murlowton University was Preston's dream college. Back in our first year of high school, he was running on the track during gym class when he stopped in front of me, covered in sweat. "Fi, let's aim for Murlowton U together. We'll go to the same college, and after we graduate, we'll get married!"

he said, turning to smile at me. “I love you too,” I replied. “Where is that coming from?” “I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I just felt the need to say it. Being here with you makes me so happy. And I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.” “You’re so freaking cute, babe,” I said, fighting the urge to go over and kiss him. “You’re the most perfect boyfriend ever.” “I know,” he smirked. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to picture my girlfriend naked.”

“I don’t care about the fact that you and Tanya had an affair – I don’t care that she is pregnant. What I care about is that you betrayed me. You were my boyfriend, Steve. My person. And yet you couldn’t even come clean with me. You let her manipulate you. And worse, you kept me in the dark, pretending everything was fine.” I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself, but the tears were there, threatening to spill over. It wasn’t the tears of weakness, though. No, these tears were a release. I had held back for so long, believing, hoping that somehow this was all a misunderstanding. But now, it was real.

He seemed to know her, and I hate thinking their relationship was more profound than I have in mind. “And who are you exactly?” My inner me was growling, but I had to remain calm. Tara is mine, and I intend to keep it that way. “I’m Tara’s boyfriend!” He said with a grim tone in his voice, looking at Tara. Boyfriend? I held Tara’s hand, and I played with her fingers. I focused on it, wondering why she didn’t have a ring. I would love to put rings on each of her fingers. However, I could not deny that I was nervous about her answer.

His touches were smooth and arousing her senses, his chef's hands were definitely not just good enough for the kitchen, it was good enough to keep her begging him to fondle her in every way he could. A faint smile curved on her lips, if only Nathan was not such a serious guy off the bed, he would've made the perfect boyfriend that she might consider to keep for a long term relationship. She wondered if someone like Nathan would ever settle to be a 'fuck buddy' if she ever fell ill on courting him. But he was good enough for now, after all, she can smell the breakfast he was making for her right outside the door. And she had never dated anyone who could do that before.