Put Your Head On My Shoulder Novels & Stories

I leaned into his front and put my head back on his shoulder, loving how his chiseled torso felt against my back. "Oh god! That means I will be fifth wheeling now if that's even a thing!" Natalie groaned and we all erupted into a laugh.

"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.

She slowly nods and leans in, holding my shirt again as she plants her head into the nook of my shoulders. My finger ran through her hair as I whispered. "I promise."

His thumb brushes absentmindedly over my knuckles, slow… rhythmic… like he’s memorizing the feel of me. Like letting go isn’t even an option. It’s not awkward. It’s warm. The kind of silence that feels like breathing the same thought. At some point, I don’t even realize my head has drifted onto his shoulder. Only that it feels… right. Like it belongs there. Like I’ve done this a hundred times before. He shifts just slightly, not to move away, but to make me more comfortable. His shoulder dips just enough, his head tilting faintly toward mine.

The day summer break started after my third year of college, Mom and Dad drove over in their SUV to pick us up. My older sister, Janet Gould, helped carry the luggage. My younger brother, Harvey Gould, clung to Mom and soaked up her attention. When I carried my duffel bag downstairs, they stared at me in shock. None of them recognized me. "Liam, is that you? How did you lose so much weight?" Mom looked me over, her expression hard to read. For a moment, I thought she was worried about me. But then she suddenly frowned. "You're not sick, are you? We don't have health insurance for you." Janet looked at me with disgust. "Did you lose all that weight just to compete with Harvey for attent

If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it" I kept humming, the song is stuck in my head and I can't help it "You are enjoying this aren't you," he glared at me. "If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it. If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it" Jason rolled his eyes, placed me in the passenger seat, and started the car. "Slow down, my head is rotating. I'm gonna puke if you won't slow down." I said after a few minutes into the ride. We are on a deserted road with bushes on either side of us.

Like a fuckton butt-ton, crapton. Sharon smooths her hands over my shoulders, and her lips wobble into an easy smile. “You know, you have really nice shoulders. Shoulder porn. That’s you. I’m not sure you have to be in practice. I don’t know; I’m not really expecting an alpha experience or anything.” “What if I embarrass myself?” “I think you’re freaking out for no reason.” “Do you?”

She helped me drink the water and out of nowhere, I found myself resting my head on her shoulder as I tried my best to steady my breath. I can swear that a smile appeared on her face when I rested my head on her shoulder. She must be so happy right now, so satisfied just the way I am. I feel really relieved resting on her shoulder, it gives me comfort and joy, though that comfort needs to fade away because she is Samaria and I am not supposed to even think of being relieved of her presence. I am supposed to take my revenge and get the closure I need for myself and my wolf - we deserve that closure and I will get that closure. After taking a brief pause, I gently lift my head off her shoulder

" He ignored me and turned off the light and covered the window blinds. The room was a bit dark, except for the dim light from his phone torchlight. He dropped the phone on the bed stand and Paul Anka’s ‘put your head on my shoulders’ plays from the speaker. I burst out laughing, he was curling and curving like a feline. “Wait, wait please stop, I give up. You win.” I said through laughs but he ignored me and restarted the song again Put your head on my shoulder Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me oh-so-tight Show me that you love me too And my laugh stopped in my throat as he removed his towel and a very hot man dripping in a

“Hold onto my shoulders.” I lift her suddenly and her hands tighten on my arms. I keep moving her up until she needs to remove her hands so her shins can rest against my shoulders. She laughs as she places her hands on my head for stability. “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she says breathlessly. “Pull up your skirt,” I tell her. “I’ll fall.” “I’ve got you. Pull the damn thing up and over my head.” “You’re crazy,” she says as she does exactly what I asked.