My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

With the half-burnt candle over our heads, Hendrix held me in his embrace as he leaned against the head of the bed. We both spent the afternoon fooling around, but neither of us were sleepy. Silence enveloped the room. As my fingers fiddled with the quilt over Hendrix's body, my thoughts drifted.

Married couples had the most intimate yet distant relationships in the world. Once the shared enthusiasm dissipated, the lucky ones would still stay together without interaction. While more often, they would grow tired of each other and only a few got to love each other for a lifetime. We were greatly honored to be amongst the lucky ones.

After six years of deep slumber, we ended up together once more. At the time, however, I felt less attracted and impulsive than I had been, but such feelings disappeared that day. Romance and ceremoniousness were always the magical techniques for reigniting the flames of love.

Who could resist a man's long and heartfelt confession when he was a man of few words? It was not an exaggeration to say that it felt like I had returned to my twenties, the age where I suffered the greatest from having a crush on Hendrix. Right then, my young hopes were cherished as I had hoped for, and I felt as if my entire wounded soul had gotten mended. Days of grudges and grievances were a thing of the past, and as I looked back on them, I found that they were not as excruciatingly painful to think about as they used to be.

"Mrs. Roberts, what are you thinking about?" Hendrix's hoarse and magnetic voice sounded. Even the air in the room was enveloped in a soft, loving aura.

Changing into a more comfortable position, I leaned in closer to him. "I was wondering why you returned to Ucrebury without informing me. I could have brought our kids to visit Grandpa."

Hendrix chuckled and rubbed his thick palm against my shoulder, saying, "Why do you think I recorded the proposal video in the Roberts Mansion? Grandpa should feel relieved now."

He paused for a moment before mumbling to himself, "I've let the Roberts family down."

the Roberts. Hendrix's regrets would

their best to

that he was upset,

his cheek. I wrapped my arms around his neck like a pendant as I coyly muttered, "Grandpa won't be mad if he knew about

taboo of ghosts and gods. All I wanted was for him not to be

against my ears, "Oh, I almost forgot - a moment of spring night is worth a thousand

we were head over

didn't take much to send

While my face tingled and my mind whirled, I took a great effort to remain calm. I got up from his arms and aggressively changed the subject, "I'm hungry. Please make some omelette

had misheard me. "Mrs. Roberts, don't you think that omelette

I pulled the quilt

and demanded, "I don't care.