"Ethan's point of view,"
"I can't adjust my body adequately, so, Mr. Woods, could you please move your body a little more?" Her hand was trying to stay under her head.
I've already moved my body so that it doesn't touch her, and if I slide even slightly farther than that, I'll lose my balance and tumble off the swing.
"Mrs. Woods, I can't move much more than that; you'll have to get used to this area," I spoke in a hushed tone.
"I would have utilized every single one of the coconut leaves on this island if I had known in advance that a person with the personality of Hulk would sleep with me on this swing." When I finished listening to her, I couldn't stop giggling.
"Hulk, what did you say to me? People keep calling me handsome, but you are the only person in the world who has given me such a strange name."
She and I were so close that if either of us moved even a fraction from our positions, our bodies would undoubtedly come into contact. My nose picked up on the scent of vanilla perfume emanating from her body.
"People praise you falsely because they are terrified of you." She responded in a grating manner.
She speaks amusingly when she is upset, and I am amazed that even after hearing her insults, I choose to smile instead of retaliating against her.
"So, do you not fear me?" I turned my head to look at her face.
"No, I'm not at all terrified of you."I notice something strange when I stare into the depth of her hazel eyes. Her lips caught my attention as my eyes drifted away from her eyes. Her lips are delicate. I discovered that there might be something softer than cotton candy when I kissed her in church.
What is happening to me? I want to experience her lips on mine once more.
The moonlight shining on her face is enhancing her face's brightness even more because her cheeks are so shiny. What the hell am I thinking? Despite my best efforts, it is getting increasingly difficult for me to prevent these unwanted ideas from entering my head because she is so close.
Do I need her consent before kissing her?
Your cheeks appear to be yearning for her hand's slap. My subconscious quickly brought to mind her frightening face.
I was just kidding; it's not at all like that, and I have no desire to kiss that girl.
Why am I right, aren't I? I questioned my male ego.
Of course, I detest girls and stubborn girls like her in particular.
"Why are you staring at me so strangely, Mr. Woods?" I realized I had been gazing at her without blinking for a while after hearing her voice.
What should I say in response to her query, since if I tell her the truth, she will again annoy me by reciting the details of our contract?
But even if I didn't respond to her query, she would still begin making fun of me.
After all, there was no reason for you to keep looking at her. My subconscious again irritated me.
Oh my God, I've never felt angrier in all my life. Today, my subconscious is always waiting to annoy me from within, and my gorgeous wife never misses an opportunity to tease me from the outside.
"Will you now say something, or will you continue to be this deep in thought?" I grew more uneasy as soon as I heard her irate voice.
Why ever did I consider kissing her?
"Mrs. Woods nowhere in the contract does it state I can't look at you."
Didn't you get a better response than this? Again, my subconscious made fun of me.
"On the tip of your nose, there is something." By listening to my subconscious, I made an effort to slightly improve my response.
She inquired, stroking the tip of her nose with her hand. "What's on my nose?"
Was it really that simple to fool her? She had a bewildered look on her face, and I couldn't help but giggle. Should I inform her that her nose is to the point of anger?
No, don't even consider doing something similar, because if you do, this time I won't be able to protect you from her wrath at all. Already, my subconscious has separated itself from this situation.
"Mrs. Woods, you will undoubtedly wake up with a sore neck if you continue to bend your neck in this manner."
Why I am worrying so much about her is beyond me. How will her suffering impact me, after all?
"Oh, Mr. Woods, why don't you get me a cozy pillow if you are so concerned about me?"
What does this girl think of herself? She is making fun of me for expressing worries for her. I am an idiot for being so concerned about her.
What kind of relationship do I have with her? She will take care of her issue on her own.
Will you not assist her then? An inner voice compels me to assist her.
No, you won't act in such a manner.
Of course, I won't assist her. With my male ego, I agreed.
Do you want her beautiful neck to cause her discomfort?
Oh God, why does my subconscious have such a strong emotional hold over me?
My gaze suddenly landed on her neck, which is incredibly long and gorgeous. I don't know why, but when I stare at her neck's flawless skin, I want to taste the soft spot of her neck just like I do her lips.
Oh no, I shouldn't be thinking about such pointless things.
What is it about this girl that is so unique that I am drawn to her so strongly, yet before, I had never had such thoughts about any girl? I do not know what this sensation is called, but right now, I have a powerful urge to touch her skin, and I can't help it at all.
"If you'd like, Mrs. Woods, you can rest peacefully on my shoulder."
"What?
Exactly, what are you saying?" With amazement in her eyes, she regarded me.
I want to let her know she is not the only one who finds my weird conduct surprising and that I am equally surprised by myself as she is.
"You stated you need a pillow to sleep peacefully, and I have taken care of your problem." I did not let the urge to touch her that was stirring up inside of me show on my face at all.
"No, it would be preferable to endure my neck ache for your help." She said it in a furious tone.
"As you wish, Mrs. Woods. Don't criticize me afterward for not being a gentleman, please."
I'm not sure why, but after hearing her refusal, I'm feeling quite disappointed.
Although I had previously barred you from aiding her, you no longer pay attention to me. Because of this, my male ego became enraged with me as well.
But I can't take my eyes off her neck. Being so near her, I doubt I'll be able to sleep soundly. To get rid of all those strange thoughts, I'd prefer to spend the entire night sitting on the cool sand and counting stars.
That's okay with me, yes. I gave my thoughts and specific instructions to follow through on my decision.
"Will you let me rest my head on your shoulder, Mr. Woods? Can we disregard our contract for tonight, even though I know it will be against it?" She spoke her full speech to me in one breath as I was about to leave the swing.
After listening to her, I was completely astounded by what I had heard. After all, how could she say this so effortlessly when I had been trying to say the same thing to her for a long time but could not do so because of my anxiety?
Oh, Stella Parker is so stubborn, haughty, and arrogant, besides being incredibly bold.
Yes, she is not only brave but also incredibly attractive. My subconscious reminded me to admire her beauty once more.