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.

turned to meet mine and his voice was deep and sultry as

"Do you

assumed that he was asking about the leg cramps, which was something Minnie

know why he suddenly acted like this, so I grabbed his hand out of instinct and

nothing other than pushing me

at you? What do you

I...

a brief consideration, I bit

me away almost immediately. "Who are you

you wouldn't have pestered

He sounded bitter

which I replied, "I'm here!" He did not have to shout so loudly.

"I've never seen anyone so

he pulled me into his arms and hugged

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