로맨틱코미디 Novels & Stories

Nobody could wind me up like him. Nothing’s changed. Calm, calm, keep fucking calm. The car pulls up at the ballroom. We get out, and Roman takes my hand. We fake more smiles and walk through the crowd as if we are the happiest couple in the world. “Where are our seats?” Roman whispers, passing me a champagne from a passing tray. “What’s wrong, darling?” I whisper, taking a sip. “Tired of holding my hand?” His angry eyes flick over to me. “I am, actually.”

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.

Her name was Karen. Or Kim. Or something else that started with a K. Ben honestly wasn’t sure, and at this point, it didn’t matter. They met at the bar after a long, exhausting week of him proving to himself that his house was not haunted. She caught his eye from across the room, all confidence and bare skin, a strappy little dress that left very little to the imagination. He bought her a drink. She smiled. The rest followed a familiar script.

His fingers tighten slightly. The movie starts twenty minutes later, after a fight over the choice. Sophia wants romance. Maya wants comedy. Ronan wants something with explosions. Liam says nothing and somehow still looks offended by every option. Declan suggests a crime documentary, and everyone throws popcorn at him. In the end, we settle on a romantic comedy because Sophia threatens to ban Ronan from snacks if he complains. He complains anyway. “This lad is useless,” Ronan says ten minutes into the movie, pointing at the screen. “If he loves her, he should just say it instead of standin’ there like a wet paper bag.”

“Whatever. Just don’t ruin the movie.” The film starts. Some cheesy romantic comedy she picked. I lean back against Roman’s chest, my head resting near his shoulder. His body is rock hard with tension. I can feel his heart beating faster against my back. I start moving slowly. A small roll of my hips, like I’m just adjusting. My bare pussy slides along the thick outline of his cock through his shorts. I’m already wet. The friction makes me bite my lip as heat spreads through me. Roman’s fingers tighten on my hips—a warning.

They started poked around my room, making fun of my movie choices on the laptop. "Wait a minute," Mark said, pointing at the screen. "You guys watched The Fast and the Furious? Just the two of you? In the dark?" "It was on the recommended list," I muttered. "Man, look at this," Swiss laughed, nudging Mark. "They’ve got the food, the movies, the matching pajamas... You guys are like an old married couple. You traded Chloe in for a defender?" The room went cold. I felt Jax go stiff behind me.

“Let’s take her out. She needs to get her mind off everything.” “Okay, but what movie are we watching?” Vivian asked. “Because if I’m spending money on overpriced popcorn, I’m picking the movie.” “Horror, Stella said immediately. “No!” Vivian squealed. “Why would I pay to have nightmares for weeks?” “Because it’s fun,” Stella shot back. “The adrenaline, the jump scares—” “The trauma,” I added dryly. “Don’t forget the trauma.” “I vote rom-com,” I said firmly. “Something cute and cheesy. We need romance in our lives.”

“I’m a discerning viewer who expects more than fill-in-the-blank characters and a predictable plot.” “Oh, please.” Daisy kicked her feet up onto the coffee table. “Exploding buildings and car chases aren’t predictable?” “You’re assuming I like action movies.” “You don’t?” “Oh, I do.” He set his empty glass down. “But you shouldn’t assume.” “But I was right.” “Whatever.” He glanced back at the TV. “Bottom line—rom-coms are wildly unrealistic. It’s always the same thing. Two people hate each other, argue nonstop, then suddenly—boom—true love.”

So, I pick some movie that looks like it won’t be scary. “Rom com. Nice!” Xander says when I make my choice. “What’s rom com?” I ask. “Romantic comedy. No horror, it's a sweet, romantic style movie.” “Oh, I can pick something else, it doesn’t have to be a romance…” I start to say. “It’s fine. 50 First Dates is a good one.” “Okay.” Xander sets us up in his room, pulling his love seat in front of his bed so we could sit and watch the movie rather than laying on his bed which would have been very uncomfortable for me.