บท 260: Make me yours

Stefan was soundly sleeping in Ella's apartment, despite the wound he inflicted on himself in a fit of anger.

The blood had stopped after a while, but the incision was deeper than she expected, although not bad enough to require stitches. She was able to clean and measure the wound, but she couldn't get over the image of his injuring himself because of her.

Sleeping on her side, her head resting on her palm and her eyes fixed on the sleeping figure next to him, she slowly extended her other hand to trace his outline.

It was unusual to see Stefan so upset, but he was able to control his emotions before scaring the crap out of her.

"I like the cute Stefan, not the one from last night," she muttered with a pout.

Not content with simply touching him, she leaned in closer, dropped a light kiss on his cheeks, and then pulled back.