"Ethan's point of view,"
The next morning, as I opened my eyes, I was utterly astounded by what I saw. My eyes were blown away.
Is this real, or am I dreaming?
Stella has her head on my chest and is soundly dozing. I kept one hand underneath her head and firmly gripped her waist with the other. My legs were squeezing between her legs.
Oh my God, what would happen to me if this stubborn girl opened her eyes and discovered that both of us were sleeping like this?
I don't want her to give you a good morning slap on the cheek at all; therefore, you need to instantly separate your feet from her feet. Even before I got out of bed in the morning, my mind teased me.
But even if she awakened because of my shaking,she would be angry with me. I don't understand why I don't want to wake her up while she is resting so well right now. The hair on her forehead was whipping into her face from the morning seaside wind. I'm not sure how my hand removed her face's hair on its own.
Since last night, I had wanted to touch her soft body.
Given how well she's sleeping right now, should I touch her?
And if she awakens? My subconscious was making inquiries.
I suppose it's risky, but I want to touch her cheek once. I had the impression that someone had given me the go-ahead to visit the lioness' cave while I was stroking her in this way.
I was only interested in touching her cheeks and wasn't concerned with anything else. As soon as I moved my thumb on her cheek; I felt as if someone had placed the wings of a lovely bird beneath my fingers. My desire to test her lips once again suddenly became quite intense.
After all, what is it about you that makes me lose control? I spoke gently as I ran my fingertip across her lips.
Oh no, perhaps she is already awakened? I panicked and yanked my hand away from her face as soon as she moved her body a little.
Could it be that she felt my touch? I should rapidly close my eyes so that I may act as though I'm asleep when she queries me.
I cautiously opened one of my eyes and stared at her after some time had passed, and neither her body moved nor she asked me questions. She is still soundly dozing off.
Thank God she didn't wake up because of me, for if she had, her teasing would have ruined my delightful morning.
How adorable does Stella Parker appear when she is asleep? What a pleasure it would be if Stella Parker could continue to sleep peacefully like this!
You want your wife to sleep forever; what the hell are you talking about in the morning? My subconscious questioned me in a furious tone.
No, you are misinterpreting what I said. For me to see her until the end of my life, I want to say that she always sleeps in this manner. My beautiful wife appears as menacing as a lioness when she first wakes up. Even after just two minutes, if I keep my gaze on her face, she bombards me with inquiries.
Oh, so you said that to sidestep her inquiries? My subconscious has now grasped the true meaning that was concealed behind my statements after receiving so many explanations.
Let me tell you one thing, just for your information. You are not married to Sleeping Beauty; rather, you are married to Stella Parker. Therefore, it would be best if you avoided looking at her face until she was awake. I am always being ridiculed by my subconscious.
My palm suddenly felt heated. Oh no, Stella's body movement has caused her t-shirt to slide a little up, and now my palm is directly touching her smooth waist. She has incredibly soft skin. One might infer that she has an impressive body from the width of her waist. With tremendous effort, I stopped my heart from causing me to glide down her soft waist as it compelled my palms to do. It permanently lodged her body inside of mine.
It would be challenging for someone to determine whether two people are sleeping here or one if they were to observe both of us dozing off in this manner from a distance.
She calls me the Hulk. As soon as I thought of what she had said, a smile spread across my face.
She abruptly buried her head in the crook of my neck. My neck's delicate areas were being rubbed by her heated breath.
Oh my God, stop doing this to me, girl. It is becoming increasingly tough for me to manage the situation because of her one action.
You still only consider yourself, you idiot. Can't you see she is having trouble going to sleep because of the sunlight in her eyes? My subconscious informed me of her actions' covert motivation.
So you now want me to prevent the sun from shining directly in her face? My subconscious has never expressed care for someone at the same level as it does for Stella. Even for me, my subconscious never shows such care.
Do you require my pity? I mean, take a good, hard look at yourself. How would such little sunlight impact your hulk-like body? After I complained, my subconscious immediately made fun of me.
So what should I do right now? What bizarre conduct am I committing here? Am I not into that? What my subconscious wants me to do baffles me.
You use your hulking physique to its advantage by shielding it from the sun. I'll do unfathomable things to you if her delicate body even tans a little. When did my subconscious have the confidence to threaten me in this manner?
If you can accomplish the impossible, such as marrying a woman like Stella Parker, then I am also your subconscious and can force you to complete any task that is challenging for you.
Okay, great, but don't nag me in the morning. With the use of my palm, I stopped the sun from shining on her face under my subconscious. I am unsure of the reason I am feeling strangely at ease after defending her in this manner.
I'm not sure why, but when I saw her in a terrified state at night, I felt terrible. Why did the tears that were streaming from her eyes affect me more? My heart also felt like I had set it in a trap as I saw the tears streaming from her stunning hazel eyes. After all, what the hell is going on with me? I've never experienced this kind of feeling before, but this girl is bringing it on.
My male ego keeps telling me to avoid this female, yet I can't help but feel drawn to her.
"Good morning, my dear husband."My ears suddenly picked up her drowsy speech.
Oh my goodness, what happened to her voice? It filled my ears with the sound of a really pleasant tune at this point because of her soft voice.
Is she intentionally doing all of this? What did she just say? Did you pay close attention when she called you her husband?
I'm not sure why my subconscious is having such a good time. What makes it so wonderful is that she has already referred to me as her spouse. She will undoubtedly refer to me as her husband, as I am already her spouse. She has referred to you as her husband for the first time, you idiot.
Oh, God, I can't fathom the needless excitement in my subconscious.
"Good morning, my lovely wife." I don't know what happened suddenly, but without giving it any thought, I kissed her forehead.