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."

was in a rush. Panting hard, he pushed me against the

steady, and his voice hoarse, "Be good, let's give it a

again and firmly

that I wasn't giving

he insisted again in the hope of

thought of it. I begged, "Hendrix,

point forcing

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

do was apologize despairingly, "I'm sorry. You... You

said. It seemed that I couldn't even provide him the

marriage wouldn't last

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

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

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

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