"I'm not avoiding you. It's just that you're still wet," I murmured, feeling a little bit dozy.
Hendrix let go of me and took the bath towel that he had tossed to the side earlier. He handed it over and said, "Wipe it for me."
"It's dry now," I turned and pulled over the quilt, ready to go to sleep.
He laid down again and put his arms around my waist. "You can wipe me dry next time or every time in the future."
I suddenly felt a little downhearted, "Hendrix, you feel guilty for me, am I right?" I knew he was getting close to me and treated me well because of the guilt.
For a dreading long time, there was only silence. I closed my eyes, and my feelings were indescribable. I couldn't help but ponder that could we rely on guilt for our relationship to go on?
"I won't do that again in the future," he finally replied and kissed me once gently on the shoulder. "I'll make up for it."
I didn't know what to say.
Time passed by slowly. He held me in his arms, and I couldn't fall asleep. I could hear his breathing, and based on the rhythm of it, he had most probably fallen asleep.
I turned over and tried to take away his hand on my belly. However, I got caught almost immediately. I frowned and whispered, "Hendrix, I can’t fall asleep like this.¹'
He hummed in reply.
But he didn't move.
I couldn't help but open my eyes and look at the man who was right in front of me. I said again in a very soft voice, "Hendrix, I can't fall asleep like this."
"You will be able to sleep once you get used to it," he said. He then opened his eyes too, and his tiredness was evidenced in his eyes. "Be a good girl and close your eyes. You'll fall asleep in a while."
But he didn't know what he put me through by doing so.
I gave up and closed my eyes. Fortunately, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.
I didn't well that night and was woken up early by Hendrix. I opened my eyes in a daze and noticed that he was breathing a little quickly.
Before I knew it, I found that he was using my hand to...
All of a sudden, I came to my senses, "Hendrix!"
After a long time, he carried me into the bathroom and put me down by the sink. He embraced me from behind and washed my hand. With his voice still husky from earlier, he said, "You can sleep a little more after this."
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