119 Quotes About Mm-romance

I kissed him softly and left my lips pressed to his for a few beats of my heart.

I'm surprised I could actually talk with how much I was grinning.

You’re my person and I think that I was just waiting for you. Man or woman, it doesn’t matter to me. The only thing that matters is that you are mine and I am yours.

I don’t always want to see and be seen at the best parties, because I’ve done that for too many years. I want something real and true.” I pause and shoot him a sideways look. “I want a real partner, not a boyfriend who brings home a twenty two year old twink to make up a threesome for my birthday present.”“What the fuck?”I look at him and start laughing helplessly. “I just wanted the latest Jeremy Clarkson biography.

I am naked because I am going for a swim,” he says happily. Then he laughs loudly, clutching his side. “Oh Johnny you look like an outraged Victorian chaperone. You just need a pearl necklace to clutch.” He waggles his eyebrows lecherously. “I can definitely help you out with that.

I laugh triumphantly. “I’ve still got it. This beach is not cursed. We are free to have life changing conversations on here whenever we want without the fear that I’ll turn witless. Life is good. I am once again the Lord of Words.”He smiles pityingly at me. “Walk don’t run babe. You did use the words gigantic twat in your wedding proposal.”“Well, shit!

What’s going on here? Have you turned another one then?”“Oh my God please don’t say that,” I groan. “And especially don’t say that to John.”“Why?”“Because you make me sound like a fucking wizard from Harry Potter.”He smirks. “Bet you’ve got the biggest and prettiest wand baby.

He is absurdly young to be so wise—by which I mean he’s a year or two younger than you and I—and is a northerner from a small village not far from here. He is tall and slim and has blue eyes, does not let me win arguments if he has the better information, and has never once asked me to procure him land or a noble spouse. In fact, I almost think he doesn’t want anything at all from me.Except for, dare I say, me?

Do you remember how your mom would wrap the presents so well it’d take at least five minutes to find where you could rip the paper?”I snorted. “Yes, and they were wrapped so much it was like unwrapping a hundred packages from morning ‘til lunch. It was Mom’s way of extending Christmas.”“I loved that—it always built the excitement. Just when you thought you had it, you had to unroll it. I miss her—she was like a second mother to me.