"Stella's point of view,"
"Are you sure?" He gave me a perplexed expression.
Oh my God, has there ever been a more awkward circumstance?
I firmly declined when he first asked if I wanted to rest my head on his shoulder. So now I've gone and requested that he carry my weight by resting my head on his shoulder.
Considering my statements is making me incredibly furious right now.
He must be thinking about me right now. How can I accomplish this? I told him he should forget about it for tonight. There has been some type of agreement signed. Why did I tell him that? Am I mistaking my legal contract marriage with him for a proper marriage? I currently feel quite disappointed in myself.
Oh, stop over-analyzing yourself so much. Attempting to sleep in such a cramped area by physically contracting will cause significant discomfort. You have not asked him to join you on your honeymoon; you have just sought permission to lay your head on his shoulder while you sleep. Put your head on his shoulder without wasting time and quit thinking about useless things.
"Mr. Woods, you were right; if I sleep without a pillow, my neck will undoubtedly suffer. Your hulking body should, therefore, be useful." I said while gazing into his eyes.
"Of course, Mrs. Woods, you are free to use my body however you want."
I could rest my head on his arm thanks to his extended hand.
"What do you mean?" I rest my head against his chest.
He said in a hushed voice, "Nothing."
Oh my God, I had no clue this arrogant man was capable of such flirtatious behavior. A moment ago, I thought he may burn my body with his intense gaze because of the way he was staring at me. He seems to search for the innocent Stella who is concealed inside of me when he looks deeply into my eyes.
I don't understand why it feels this way every time Ethan looks into the depths of my eyes, because I've entirely shielded the innocent Stella inside of me from the world's sight under the armor of my stern and frightening persona. that I should stop keeping my inner Stella bottled up and finally reveal herself to him.
I'm also perplexed how I could be so at ease with such a haughty man.
After all, why don't I treat this man with any formality or pretension at all? Why does my subconscious adore him so much when he has so many flaws? Would he think the same of me?
No, I don't understand why an emotionless person like him would feel that way. From what little I know of him, he must be ecstatic right now that his body is taking up the entire swing.
What exactly did I just say, assuming that if he's on the swing, where was I lying? I twisted my gaze to look for my missing body.
Oh no, when did this occur? My entire body was practically lying on his. How did this occur? Will you let me know? I questioned my subconscious.
Why are you posing this query to me? I was having a conversation with you. My subconscious withdrew from this situation right away.
My hands are on the monster's chest, my head is on his shoulder, and it rests both of my legs in between his legs. Not only that, but one of his hands is securely gripping my waist.
What does this monster want, after all?
"You control your hands and feet, Mr. Woods."I attempted to remove my legs from the hold of the hefty legs of that giant, but I could not do so.
Why is he keeping quiet for so long? I raised my head off of his chest to see his face.
Oh, how peacefully Mr. Woods is dozing off while holding me in his arms. His face while sleeping had a different serenity. Nobody would guess from looking at this man while he sleeps that a man with such an innocent face is so obstinate and haughty. He does, however, look adorable while dozing. He must have been a very adorable kid when he was younger.
I wish I could see him in miniature. I've never focused so intently on his face.
His eyelashes are thick.
He spends all of his time arguing with me, so how do I know this?
When I stopped looking at his lips after examining every detail of his face, an image of our kiss in the church suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. I am utterly surprised by the way he kisses me. Such a haughty, egotistical, and self-centered man's kiss ought to be utterly domineering, gruff, and harsh, yet his lips are too soft.
He gave me a soft kiss.
I was so preoccupied with remembering that kiss that I failed to notice when my finger contacted his lips. I wouldn't have emerged from my realm of contemplation if he hadn't tightened his hold on my waist even more.
Oh my God, what am I doing? This monster would probably give me a lot of taunts if he awakened and found me staring at him in this way.
I should go lay my head on his shoulder and act like I'm asleep. It's also possible that he is already awake and is quietly observing what I'm doing so that he can later tease me.
Yes, he is intelligent enough to accomplish just that. My subconscious concurred.
Once more, I rested my head on his chest.
After listening to his heartbeat, I had a strange feeling of relief. I have the impression that someone has played soothing music in my ears.
The full moon joined the sound of Ethan Woods' heartbeat in full bloom in the sky and the cold air on the beach. Yes, it is a wonderfully pleasant night.
If I had been Stella in the past, I would have captured this moment in my lovely memories for all time. But right now, all of this seems like a senseless incident to me. I regret Jordan ever entering my life. I regret falling in love with him. And I hope that the betrayal I experienced in love never causes my heart to break.
So maybe if I had been born today, I wouldn't have been so rigid. If I could go back in time and change one thing, I would make the character Jordan vanish from my life's story.
Will you continue to annoy me by recalling the unpleasant events in your past in this manner? As I was speaking, my subconscious became increasingly annoyed.
What else do you expect from me in terms of me forgetting everything and falling in love again? If you are of this mind, let it be known that I will never again make the mistake of falling in love. I communicated my choice to my subconscious.
I haven't asked you to do anything similar; all I'm asking is that, at this moment, you entirely quiet the inner storms and allow this sense of peace to fill your heart as well. What a fantastic chance after all!
Yes, you are correct. I immediately closed the mental journal of the past that was open.
Have you ever noticed how soft this Hulk's body is?
Yes, it is important to note this. Even if I sleep on my bed, I do not have the same level of comfort as I do after feeling the warm touch of his body. Even in my dreams, I never imagined that I could have such tranquility simply from sharing a bed with the man who is the source of so many of my troubles.
This peace is truly unique compared to all other emotions; I have never experienced it before. This feeling has a unique quality that I find challenging to comprehend. I was listening to his heartbeat when I suddenly dozed off without realizing it.