"I am, but it does not feel the same for you. Because if you were happy, you would be sleeping with me right now. Not overthinking the conversations and keeping awake while standing on the balcony," he said, leaving her dumbfounded.
Ella blinked a few times, then cleared her throat. "I wasn't overthinking," she explained, glancing away.
Stefan laughed and said, "Fine, you weren't. So we can go to sleep. I need cuddles," he remarked with a lovely pout, as she moaned.
"Fine, let's go," she said as they both walked back into the room, sliding the balcony door shut and quickly got into bed.
Ella lay down and opened her arms to Stefan, who swiftly hugged her, his face lying on her chest and pressed on her boobs.
"Do you want to share anything?" He inquired as she slowly began to run her fingers through his silky hair.
"I want to know who my father is?" She made a startling announcement, and he looked up to discover her already staring at him.
