However, the towel was taken away unexpectedly. I turned to see that the person who was originally on the chaise longue, was now standing behind me. Before I could react to him, Hendrix had taken over the job to dry my hair with the towel.
Neither one of us wanted to speak so we remained silent.
Before long, he was almost done drying my hair. "Lie down!" He threw the towel aside, and his voice low and cold.
What??
I was confused, then quickly realized that he was going to give me a massage when I saw him halfkneeling on the bed, reaching for the essential oil on the bedside table.
I blushed. "You don't have to do it, I can..."
Looking up, I was met with his humorless gaze. I swallowed the rest of the sentence.
Hendrix poured some essential oil onto his palms in silence, and then started to massage my lower legs. The atmosphere in the room was getting really weird. I wanted to break the silence, but I could not think of the right words to say.
"Are you still mad?" I looked at Hendrix and asked absentmindedly, feeling a little nervous.
His hands stopped abruptly. His eyes turned to meet mine and his voice was deep and sultry as he
said, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
The question came out of nowhere; I could not make head nor tail of what he meant. I assumed that he was asking about the leg cramps, which was something Minnie made up to ease the tension between us. So I shook my head. "It's fine!"
Hearing my answer, he stood up to leave. I did not know why he suddenly acted like this, so I grabbed his hand out of instinct and rushed to get my words out. "Hendrix, if you're still mad at me, you can yell at me, but don't ignore me, please?"
He had been doing nothing other than pushing me away. It was truly disheartening.
He looked at me and scoffed. "Mad at you? What do you think you can do to manage my anger?"
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