Kapitel 77: Nothing to be confident about.

Arwen panicked when she felt his warmth pulling away. She wanted to shake her head, to stop him, but he had already turned his head away. Desperation swelled inside her, and before she knew it, her fingers had already clasped onto his pullover, pulling him closer than before. 

Aiden was taken by surprise —or perhaps he just feigned it on his expression. "What are you doing?" he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

She stared into his eyes and then whispered softly, "T-this doesn't make me uncomfortable. You never did, nor does your closeness." Her face flushed with hue of deep red, revealing just how nervous she was about her boldness. 

It took everything in Aiden to hold himself back. His gaze darkened with an urge, a desire, the kind that only this woman lying beneath him, could stir in him. "You mean—" he began with a voice groggily deep, but his words paused in the mid when he felt her fingers grip his pullover harder.