My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

At night.

By the time Hendrix came home, I had fallen asleep. I woke up when I heard water running in the bathroom.

Feeling a little befuddled after waking up, I stared at the ceiling for a while. Hendrix walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He did not turn off the light in the bathroom, thinking that he might unintentionally wake me up.

I turned over and switched on the bedside lamp. When I turned around to look at him, I found that he was looking at me too. Droplets of water were dripping off his well-built chest. His short hair was wet, too.

He seemed momentarily taken aback to see me turn on the light. As he gazed at me, he gently raised the corners of his lips upwards into a smile. "Did I wake you up?"

I shook my head. I was a light sleeper.

He walked towards me, wiping his torso dry.

He passed me a towel, and I helped dry his hair.

"Any more reporters out there?" Although most of them had been drawn away by Freya's news, plenty of them still waited around.

Leading me to sit on his lap, he held me in his embrace. As he had just taken a shower, his chest felt a little cold to the touch.

all gone!" He laid his chin on my collarbone. I could tell there was a

"It's ticklish. Stop it!"

a low voice, "Where

pursed my lips and could not help but

had your dinner?" His voice

I nodded. "Yes!"

I felt a tinge of pain. "You little liar. The food in the

was at a

in the world would be

hungry," I put on weight ever since

frowned and asked,

course!" Snacks could indeed satiate a girl's

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fall, I wrapped my arms around his

and replied,

What?

child; I did not need to be supervised. I continued, "It's too late to eat. We might get a

and replied reassuringly, "No, I'm