The next morning, Arwen began to stir from her sleep, but the lingering laziness kept her from leaving the comfort of the bed. Pressing her cheek deeper into the soft pillow, she tried to get more comfortable. But suddenly, she shifted slightly, feeling something poking underneath her.
Her brows furrowed a little. But before she could contemplate anything, she heard a very, very familiar voice of warning.
"Moon, you shouldn’t be stirring something you can’t handle."
Aiden’s gruff voice rumbled, the vibration reverberating in her ears. A shiver ran down her spine when she realized what could be poking her. She dared not move.
But wait a minute—why was she lying on top of him? Her sleeping habits were quite proper and appropriate. There was no way she would have moved this much in her sleep. Then what happened last night?
As if answering her confusion, flashes from the previous night began coming back to her.
"You are my wife, Moon. With me around, you will never be unloved," Aiden had said before soothing her to sleep. He had held her in his arms before lying down on his back. And she had felt so comfortable that she hadn’t been able to bring herself to move.
Remembering last night’s events, Arwen closed her eyes and silently cursed her boldness. While she had enjoyed the comfort of his arms, she hadn’t prepared herself for the consequence that would follow in the daylight?
"Still not planning to not let go?" Aiden asked, his voice playful.
Arwen turned to look at him, and for a moment, her breath hitched at the sight his handsome face so close to hers. But not wanting to make the situation more awkward than it already was, she forced herself to regain the composure. "I didn’t mean to cause you any discomfort. But thank you for helping me last night … and also for this," she said, gesturing to the position they were lying in.
Aiden smiled, resting on hand behind his head. "Is that all you are going to do to show your gratitude? Just a simple thank you?"
Arwen immediately shook her head. "Not at all. I will —"
"Kiss me," he interrupted, and Arwen blinked, not quite understanding. "Kiss me the promise, Moon," he repeated, leaving her confused.
"Kiss you a promise?"
Aiden nodded. "Use your kiss to seal the promise I asked you for last night."
Did he ask her a promise? Arwen couldn’t remember. But even if she didn’t, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse. Especially when he called her ’Moon’. Every time he used that name, she felt inexplicable surge of confidence within her , as if that name had the power to lift her spirits.
"What promise did you ask for?" she inquired.
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