Put Your Head On My Shoulder Novels & Stories

“We'll be fine. Don't think so much.” I smiled with my lips tightly pressed together, trying to force a happy expression and feeling. I knew he could see through it as his tired eyes stayed on mine with slight judgement. He didn't like me being sad about this. “I know and I'm happy that you're here,” I said and placed my head on his shoulder. “Everything will be fine.” I nodded and wrapped my arms around his torso. He rubbed the back of my head, and ran his fingers through my hair before rubbing my shoulder, soothing my tensed muscles.

"Lay your head on my shoulder for a moment." I nodded and sat down on the ground. I placed my head on his shoulder and he slowly stroked it while humming a slow melody that was pleasing to my ears. I closed my eyes blocking every other sound but only listening to the sound of his voice until he stopped. "Cody," he called. "Hmmm," I replied to him. "Do you think a time will come when the world will accept us?" I raised my head from his shoulder and looked at him. "you believe that we might never be accepted?"

The man groaned in frustration as he threw his head on to my shoulder, trying to bury his face into my neck. "Things were just getting interesting…" I took a deep breath. He was not wrong about that.

I glanced at him. Is he sleeping? Did he fall asleep just like that? Why does he look so tired? Wait, what should I do? Ays! Why did he suddenly lean on my shoulder? Other people were starting to look at us! It's embarrassing! When I felt his head about to fall, I held him by the cheek. I supported him so that his head wouldn't fall. I fixed his head while still holding him. He looks tired and sleepless. I feel his deep breathing. I couldn't do anything else. Should I push him away so he won't lean on my shoulder?

He asked. “Uh, I… I’m a little sleepy.” I lied. “Do you want to go in?” “No.” I said too quickly. “Do you… do you mind if I lay my head on your shoulder?” I asked, and it felt like someone else had spoken those words. He chuckled, and shook his shoulder, telling me I could. I moved closer to him, and laid my head on his shoulder gently. He was warm, and the warmness alone was enough for me to fall asleep. How would it feel to fall asleep in his arms again?

“Don’t act surprised. You’re a full-time job.” He laughs again that warm, low sound that makes her feel like she could breathe in it. “You’ve gotten good at it.” “Someone had to.” There’s a pause, then, suddenly, he shifts slightly, reaching out to pull her closer until her head rests against his shoulder,. "My shoulder will never hurt so much that I won't be able to hold your head whenever you need me to baby..." It’s such a simple gesture, but one that catches her completely off guard. She freezes for a second, then exhales, her body melting against his.

He taps his shoulder, exerting his Alpha command on me and I find myself giving in. Slowly, I drop my head on his shoulder. My breath gradually regulates, shutting off all worries from my mind for the time being. I simply watch the road before us as we journey to Goddess knows where.

I want my voice to sink straight into your head with nothing else around you. That’s it… good girl. Now take a slow, deep breath in… and let it out through your mouth. Again. Deeper this time. Feel your body getting heavier with every exhale. Shoulders melting into the mattress. Jaw loose. Chest soft. Your legs parting just a little more, like they already know who they belong to tonight. You’re safe here… but you’re also completely under my control.

the sentences die on my lips, the nervousness taking hold of me once again. But then, I feel a light, familiar touch on my shoulders that pulls me out of this inner turmoil. My mate appears by my side, her presence grounding me back to reality like an anchor. She places her hands firmly on my shoulders, a comforting and yet decisive gesture, and the pressure of her fingers transmits a security I didn’t know I needed.

“No princess style for the princess?” “This is better.” I clung to his shoulders and rested my head on his shoulder. The door closed, relieving me of the feeling of being watched that I was almost getting used to.