Put Your Head On My Shoulder Novels & Stories

On hearing his voice, I turn my head toward him and give him a subtle smile. He holds my hand on his and holds my chin and pulls my head on his shoulders. “Put your head on my shoulder and I am never going to disappoint you,” he says. I smile as I hear his words. I know those words. I have words like that frequently from him but I cannot get enough of those words. Every time, I hear those words, I feel as if those words are new to me. Every time, I hear them, I feel as if I want to hear those words another time again and again and those words would definitely give me new feelings every time I hear them. Like I have fallen for him again one more time.

I gave her a faint smile. “It’s going to be okay, baby.” She said and then placed her head on my shoulder. I hope so. With everything that’s inside of me!

Let his head fall onto my shoulder like he didn’t know where else it belonged. And for a little while, we stayed like that. Just breathing. Just surviving. Together.

I leaned my head on his shoulder. “I just want to disappear,” I whispered. “I should just let go and let you guys help her. I don’t think my presence is going to help at all.” He squeezed my hand. “I don’t know if you noticed but even after she whooped your ass, she clung to you like a baby gorilla.” The door started to open but he pushed the door close button and turned towards me. He pulled me close and put his chin on my shoulder.

I felt my heart skipped when suddenly she put her head on my shoulder. I felt warm in this cold summer breeze night. I can't even move bothered that her head might fall off my shoulder. Her eyes where close and I felt awkward for a bit. I don't know but I also bent down to remove its head from my shoulder. “Well, I wasn't expecting this,” I whispered but I heard her snore which made me smile. This is the first time I open up my problem to someone I've known for just a week. And this is the first time someone just slept before I could start, hahahahaha.

I wasn't doing this for her, I was doing it for myself. "Thank you..." She whispered in my ear, her voice laden with emotion and gratitude, as her head rested on my shoulder. A slight smile adorned her lips, revealing a spark of hope and sweetness that dwelled in her soul. In response, I simply held her closer to me, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, as we continued to move our bodies to the rhythm of the music.

“We’re in this together.” For the first time in what felt like weeks, I allowed myself to lean into him, to let him be the one to carry me for a change. I rested my head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath, the comfort of his presence. It was a small thing, a quiet moment between us, but it meant everything. ---

POP. My shoulder burns with spreading fire as I'm pushed back on my chair, my head hitting the floor behind me as it tips back. "To say I'm disappointed in you would be a mammoth understatement. Next time fucking pull that gun and end my life, don't hesitate when your minds obviously made a fucking choice!"

I walk to her. Her body moves uncomfortably in the duvet covers and her brows are creased. The discomfort of having a sore shoulder can be hectic, not to talk of a gunshot, but I think she’s having a bad dream. I let my fingers sink into her hair, threading slowly as I softly pat her. I hum a calm song.

Before leaving home last night, I made sure she wouldn’t go hungry while we were on the road. A few hours later, Selina had fallen asleep. I kept glancing at her because her head kept falling over. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I held her head and gently rested it against my shoulder. She quickly woke up and looked at me with a furrowed brow. Her eyes were still red. “You can rest on my shoulder so your head won’t keep falling every time we make a turn. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to you.” I could still see the hesitation in her eyes, so I held her head again and rested it against my shoulder.