My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Good... night."

I finally came back to my senses a few seconds later. I turned over, held my head and asked Hendrix, "How did you know that Cyril was also at that bar?"

"I didn't." Hendrix smiled proudly with his eyes closed. He looked as though everything was under his control.

"You didn't?" I didn't believe him. "Then, could you be so sure that someone would pick Freya up?"

Hendrix finally opened his eyes and looked at me with his deep dark eyes. He said, "Because I've truly understood the feeling of missing someone, especially when they refuse to see each other."

"Any other details?" I suddenly became very interested and waited anxiously for his explanation.

Hendrix slowly closed his eyes again and refused to say anything else. "My lips are dry. I don't have the strength to continue."

He had picked up Aaron's arrogant way of speaking it seems.

All in all, wasn't he simply trying to get the better of me right now?

curiosity and hear about this gossip really badly. Although I was reluctant to do it, I

Can you tell me

proud of himself. Although he quickly hid

and make a fuss about it. I'm sure he would have told

that I let him take advantage of me

kept his word and

neck and the pillow. Then, he pulled me into his arms and pressed me against

Men are trash!

lose my temper, Hendrix finally said,

if you

"What would you do?"

phone into flight mode, then call your number over and

afraid of bringing up some bad memories, so I quickly changed the topic. understand. There were too many things that you couldn't say or do at that time. But that's all in the

can stop them. I can't stop myself from the feeling of longing for someone. I can't even control myself When I'm alone,

"But Freya said that she would put an end to their relationship.

"Woah! Could it be?"