My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I didn't take the towel. I looked at him and said, "You have hands, do it yourself."

He smiled cheekily. "What are you sulking about? Andrea?"

I shook my head. "No!"

He asked in amusement, "Then what?"

I twitched my mouth and said, "You've messed with some stupid women."

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He held me in his arms, and he couldn't stop smiling. He said, "It was just a ride? There's nothing else to it. Don't take it to heart, okay?"

her." Although I did refuse, I still took the towel from his hand, motioned him to sit in the chair, and dried his

long flight, so after I dried his hair, he pulled me onto the bed to

stared at the ceiling in a daze. It was only after a while, I realized something odd. I turned my head and stared at Hendrix. His eyes were closed as

respond to my words, but his trembling eyelashes signalled that he hadn't

my leg slightly. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. His gaze locked on mine,

hinting at. I pursed

in my face and raised his eyebrows, "I haven't touched myself in three

my face flushed red. I stared at Hendrix

"If I am not

The faint smell of tobacco and shampoo filled

exhausted that I fell asleep in

day, and I didn't know how long I slept.

on the phone talking to the head office. I rolled over in bed to get a better view of his handsome physique.