Brenna
“Can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Why did you refer to me as Ariadne in those letters?”
A few minutes passed as I waited for him to answer, but when no answer came I thought he wasn’t going to respond. I sighed, settling more comfortably against him.
We both were naked and sweaty as he just had his different ways with me. And, I was tired, and if I thought about it, I was tired most of the time. My eyes were drooping when he said, “Ariadne was the princess in Greek mythology, loved and cared by her parents.”
“But, she was abandoned by the man she had fallen in love with, Thesues.” I added, not at all liking this story and not understanding why he called me Ariadne, and I told him so. “I don’t think I like this name anymore.”
He chuckled low, his deep voice vibrating throug
