My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

However, the towel was taken away unexpectedly. I turned to see that the person who was originally on the chaise longue, was now standing behind me. Before I could react to him, Hendrix had taken over the job to dry my hair with the towel.

Neither one of us wanted to speak so we remained silent.

Before long, he was almost done drying my hair. "Lie down!" He threw the towel aside, and his voice low and cold.

What??

I was confused, then quickly realized that he was going to give me a massage when I saw him halfkneeling on the bed, reaching for the essential oil on the bedside table.

I blushed. "You don't have to do it, I can..."

Looking up, I was met with his humorless gaze. I swallowed the rest of the sentence.

Hendrix poured some essential oil onto his palms in silence, and then started to massage my lower legs. The atmosphere in the room was getting really weird. I wanted to break the silence, but I could not think of the right words to say.

"Are you still mad?" I looked at Hendrix and asked absentmindedly, feeling a little nervous.

to meet mine and his

"Do you feel

of nowhere; I could not make head nor tail of what he meant. I assumed that he was asking about the leg cramps, which was something Minnie made up to ease the tension between us So I shook

this, so I grabbed his hand out of instinct

other than pushing me away. It

What do you think

I...

my eyes. After a brief consideration, I bit my lips, sat up from the bed, and awkwardly

too clumsy because he pushed me away almost immediately. "Who are you fooling

at it, you wouldn't have pestered Andrea

sounded bitter

"I'm here!" He did not have to shout so loudly. It

coldly. "I've never seen anyone so confident

me into his arms and hugged me tightly. "Everything's okay now..."

kidnapped me