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.

gone!" He laid his chin on my collarbone. I could tell

"It's ticklish. Stop it!"

voice,

could not help but

you had your dinner?" His voice was

I nodded. "Yes!"

bite on my neck. I felt a tinge of pain. "You

a loss

the world would be this

so I'm not hungry," I put

asked,

of course!" Snacks could

was dried, he carried me downstairs.

past midnight. Fearing that I would fall, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

lips and replied, "Going downstairs

What?

continued, "It's too late to

nodded and replied reassuringly, "No, I'm