In all honesty, I knew that he didn't do anything wrong. All he did was being a little harsh on me, and not being able to hold himself back during those intimate moments we shared.
Still, I was angry
Seeing that I was silent, he sighed and said, "Arianna, you are the only woman in my life, and I am a man. But it was still wrong of me to not hold myself back and hurt you. I will be more mindful of this in the future. I won't repeat the same mistake."
"So, do you think that I should forgive you?" He had been able to control himself for the past few years. Why couldn't he control himself now?
What kind of excuse was that?
He sighed and then laughed. "Well, that's fair. One shouldn't be forgiven for what I did. When you are well enough, you can hit me to relieve your anger and frustration."
I rolled my eyes at him and went back to sleep.
He hugged me, leaned his head against my shoulder, and whispered, "Arianna, I'd get angry and jealous seeing someone approaching you. If you turned a blind eye to me and pushed me to someone else, I would also feel sad. Could you please not do that anymore? I'm your husband, not an object."
His voice was low, but very gentle. He also sounded sleepy. But it was plain to see that he was trying his best to ease things between us.
Since he had comforted me like this, I couldn't bring myself to stay mad at him any longer.
After a pause, I pursed my lips and turned to him. "I'm still in pain, and I'm sleepy but I don't think I can fall asleep anymore."
He pulled me closer for a hug and said, "I know. Close your eyes, empty your mind, and you will fall asleep in a moment."
Mm...
The next time I opened my eyes, it was already the next day.
I assumed that Hendrix would leave for work, but when I woke up, he was still lying in bed, with his eyes shut. A little shadow fell upon his nose bridge, which made his nose look elegantly straight, with a short stubble under the chin. Perhaps he hadn't shaved because he had stayed up late the night before.
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