Meanwhile, on the other side, Arwen woke up, cocooned in Aiden's embrace. Every bit of her felt relaxed and content. Though it was just a sleep together, it felt much more than that.
She turned around slowly, keeping herself still locked in his arms, not yet wanting to let go of his warmth. Her breath hitched as she turned to face him, once again entranced by his beauty. Up so close, he felt truly surreal.
Her lips curled up in a smile and she reached out to trail her finger slowly over his sculpted skin, moving gently over his brows before trailing to his closed eyes, nose and then his shaped lips.
"So handsome, so mine," she whispered under her breath, feeling all lucky to have him as hers.
If bold decisions bring such beautiful consequences in lives, she would suggest everyone make one like hers. But she knew it was not so. She just turned out to be fortunate to meet him. Otherwise, any other random men would have also turned out to be a big disaster.
