My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Soon, his breath quickened, and he was roused. But unexpectedly, he held back, looking deep into my eyes as he asked, "Who is he?" Thankfully, it seemed that there was still some rationality left in him.

Yet, the awful smell of alcohol and cigarettes was putting me off. I stared at him expressionlessly. "Will you believe me if I tell you?"

He nodded softly, but his gaze and face were unfathomable.

"He was a college friend, and he came to Ucrebury for some business. I was just there to pick him up," I didn't mention my struggles as nothing has been officially diagnosed. It was pointless to bring it up. Otherwise, people would say that I was being melodramatic.

He leaned in closer to me, his lips inches from mine. "Do you still have me in here?" His tone was gentle as he put his hand on my chest where my heart would be.

Surprised at the question, I choked up an answer in a tiny voice, "Of course. It has always been only you!"

Hendrix lifted my chin softly and we stared into each other's eyes. Not holding back any desire, he pressed his warm lips on mine, kissing me hard and deep.

A flush of memories appeared, and I wasn't feeling it anymore. I pulled him away and suggested, "Let's go to the bathroom."

His disappointment was written on his face. I bit my lips, unable to comprehend the mixed feelings in me. I was ill, and I couldn't really tell anyone about it.

"Okay."

a rush. Panting hard, he pushed me against the wall and went down on

let's give it a try. You can't always rely

again and

I wasn't giving in,

a little longer!" he insisted again

at the thought of it. I

was no point forcing it

I had already pushed him away, only to catch a glimpse of

all I could do was apologize despairingly, "I'm sorry. You... You can go to Andrea

that I couldn't even provide

kind of marriage

at Hendrix. I took a quick shower and got on the bed. My

behind. The running water's sound can be heard

wiped himself dry, Hendrix laid beside me and pulled me in for a cuddle. He murmured, "Let's see a doctor after you gave

couldn't say a word. Thousands of words kept unexpressed, and my heart hurt from the emotions I