What Does Open Door Romance Mean Novels & Stories

She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

My room would be next, and she was just too close to opening my door. "I noticed you've been locking your door a lot lately," he said, his tone casual, but his eyes told a different story. They pinned me in place as his fingers traced a lazy path down my cheek, "I don't think you'd want to lock it tonight. Would you, Kasmine?" My throat closed, my breath catching. "I—" My voice faltered. I wasn't stupid. I didn't expect him to explain what he meant. That was him saying, 'Kasmine, keep your door open tonight.'

Damn he’s romantic. There’s another knock on my door. “Come in,” I call out clutching the card to my full heart. The door opens and wide set of shoulders is standing right there in the aperture. My jaw drops to the ground.

he said, collecting the car keys and dropping a bundle of dollars into the chauffeur’s hands from his wallet. The chauffeur smiled with happiness and bowed with a “Thank you, boss.” As I walked to open the door, he stood behind me and pulled the door open. The closeness between us sent a wave of warmth through me. His presence was intoxicating, and every small gesture, like him holding the door for me, affected me more than I wanted to admit. My heart raced, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. His nearness was both comforting and unsettling, stirring emotions I had tried to bury.

A sense of anticipation hung in the air, and their hearts beat in synchrony as they approached the door. With a tenderness that bespoke his love, Haider gently lowered Ameera's feet to the ground, his touch lingering on her waist. Their eyes locked, speaking volumes of their desire and affection. Slowly, Haider pushed open the door, revealing a room bathed in soft candlelight, casting a warm and romantic glow. As they stepped into the room, time seemed to stand still. The air was thick with a palpable sense of passion and love. Ameera's hand reached out to Haider's, their fingers intertwining, entwining their destinies even further.

I can almost see Roman seated in his chair, legs spread in that manly way, only just begging me to climb them and let his hands run down my back. A smile is already plastered on my face as I open the door to his office, but something cold wipes all that warming desire right away. Roman isn't here.

Sarah commented. "Seriously, I think I owe a Roman apology." I told her. "Yes, I think you do." Sarah said. Now that I think I am opening up to people, this happened. "You should go now. What are you waiting for?" She asked as she chased me out of the dining room. I went straight to his study room knowing that he would surely be there. I twisted the knob to open the door but it has been knocked. Roman and his anger issues. I knocked on the door but he didn't open up.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

He was clearly looking embarrassed as he made his way to the door. "This is not a hospital" he concluded looking around, his voice sounding deep and masculine. "yeah ..." she replied rather casually. "What is this place?" he asked as he touched the door knob and the door wouldn't open. "See for yourself..." she replied as she walked over and swiped her card at the door knob and the door opened. Author's note: Here is Roma, the slightly tomboy, the black beauty. She had always had this thing for Chad, a stranger.

I answered seriously. He kept quiet for a few seconds then sighed softly. "Well, I guess when it comes to you, I want to be that guy who opens your door. Take you out wherever you want to go. Makes you laugh and spends time with you. I won't lie, at first I thought it was all fucked up and I hated the thought of doing any of those cheesy things. But the more I got to know you, the more I wanted to do it all. When it comes to you I don't give a damn if I have to be romantic or stupid, just as long as you are happy and by my side." He answered then smiled softly as a tear rolled on my cheek.