My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"You were the one who ran away. It was you who gave up that right!" I said harshly, deliberately raising my voice so that he could hear every word.

Jordan tilted his head and looked behind him as if he had heard an absurd joke. "Gave up? In this case, whether I could love you depends on your charity?"

The word charity was a bit insulting. It was not my intention, but I had no choice but to continue. "I didn't say that. I wanted to treat you and Hendrix fairly, but you hid. You know how much I love him. That isn't something I can control."

There was an old saying, the closer people were, the clearer they knew what they should say to make the other feel unbearable pain.

Although it sounded a little sentimental, other than Naomi, I knew Jordan the longest. I knew him far better than any outsider, so it was all too easy to stab him in the heart.

As expected, Jordan became irritated. He quickly grabbed my hand then flipped me over.

His face was against mine as he threatened me, "Know your place! Open your eyes and see who is the master here!"

I panicked, choosing to be defiant. "I won't let you get your way, even if I die!"

a machine that only knew how to carry out orders. "Fair treatment, am I right? Why not let your body choose who it likes

as to make connections between the feelings and the body, thinking that if he got one of the two, the other would

chin, ready to bite my tongue to kill myself. Using the stubbornness in my eyes,

movements of my mouth, just waiting for the heat within his chest to be liberated. After unbuttoning his shirt, he reached out his

also wearing a dress

trailing all

could be

moment he stretched hand, Jordan

ably.

at this moment. Jordan's face darkened as he directly pinched the

Crack.

could die by biting off one's tongue. I don't

broke out in cold sweat, I suddenly realized

quickly loosened my tongue and