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.

hands stopped abruptly. His eyes turned to meet mine and his voice was deep

you

head nor tail of what he meant. I assumed that he was asking about the leg cramps,

hand out of

than pushing me away. It was

What do you think you

I...

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

me away almost immediately. "Who are you fooling with such a

it, you wouldn't have pestered Andrea for so many

He sounded bitter and

here!" He did not have to shout

never seen anyone so confident when

his arms and hugged me tightly.

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