My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix held me in his arms, and his gaze fell on our reflection in the mirror as he watched me brush my teeth. Then, he chuckled and said, "The reason why you want to dress up is that you want to go back to school."

I giggled and said, "A little, but I feel like I want to look good for you." I brushed my teeth and struggled to get off him, but he set me down on the toilet bowl.

I looked up at him and frowned slightly. "What's wrong? I haven't washed my face yet."

His gaze fell on my feet. "It's too cold to be standing in your bare feet. I'll go and get you a pair of slippers. Don't get off yet." He said as he strode off.

He came back with a pair of slippers and asked me to put them on. He kissed me and said, "I'll go down to the kitchen and make breakfast. Come downstairs when you're ready."

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and blow dry my hair. I had not cut my hair in a very long time, and so it had grown out, down to my

still full and luscious. My face looked more radiant, and

becoming more and more attractive after being together

I had been with Hendrix for so many years now. I had experienced all kinds of

seemed like things now were even more perfect than

had already prepared breakfast. He made oatmeal, and it looked very appetizing. When he saw me coming downstairs, he waved at me and

a long time now, yet at the same time, our relationship still felt so new and exciting. Seeing that I was in a daze, he couldn't help smiling. "What are

train of thought was interrupted by him. I sat at the table, looked at him, and said, "When did you learn to cook