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 long time as he was in a rush.

hoarse, "Be good, let's give it a try. You can't always rely on

head again and

wasn't giving

little longer!" he insisted again in the

at the thought of

no point forcing it if it was

to catch a

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

seemed that I couldn't even provide him the bare minimum of sexual intimacy as a married

kind of marriage

Hendrix. I took a quick

running water's sound can be heard in the bedroom, and he was in

pulled me in for

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