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.

eyes turned to meet mine and his

"Do you feel

came out of nowhere; I could not make head nor tail of what he meant. I assumed that he was asking

stood up to leave. I did not know why he suddenly acted like this, so I grabbed his hand out of instinct and rushed to get my words out. "Hendrix, if you're still mad at me, you can yell

other than pushing me

at you? What do you think you can do to

I...

consideration, I bit my lips, sat up

because he pushed me away almost immediately. "Who are you fooling with such a poor

it, you wouldn't have pestered Andrea

He sounded bitter and

here!" He did not have to shout so loudly. It was not like I could not hear

laughed coldly. "I've never seen anyone

and hugged me tightly. "Everything's

him. I neither saw the man who kidnapped me that day nor mentioned anything about