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 voice was deep and

"Do you feel

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

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

than pushing

What do you think you can do

I...

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

almost

wouldn't have pestered Andrea for

He sounded bitter and

He did not have to shout so loudly. It was not like I

seen anyone

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

kidnapped me that day nor mentioned anything about that day to