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."

probably suppressed himself for a long time as he was in a rush. Panting hard, he pushed me against the wall and went down on me. Startled, I yelped and shook my head, "Hendrix,

good, let's give it a try. You can't

my head again and firmly

wasn't giving

he insisted again in

at the thought

was no point forcing it

pushed him away, only to

moment, guilt crept up in me. Yet all I could do

I said. It seemed that I couldn't even provide him the bare minimum of sexual

marriage wouldn't

took a quick shower and got

sound can be heard in the

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

a word. Thousands of words kept unexpressed, and my heart hurt from the emotions