Bab 392: The needs

Other than her parents and the teenager, Aarvi doubted if she had told anybody about the piano. Since Aaron learned it for her, she was able to conclude.

She tilted her head to face him straight and said even softly that it was more like a whisper, feathers on his ear.

"You are the teenager of my dreams." She didn't ask, but her voice carried the certainty and hidden delight.

Aaron looked at her eyes which had returned to the same confidence shining brightly, and her lips had curled to a captivating smile.

'The teenager of my dreams.' Unexpectedly it carried a lot of weight instead of hearing it as 'her past' or 'forgotten teenager.'

Aaron didn't lie or hide this time. He tilted his head to the angle of her head and bumped their foreheads. "I am."

Aarvi wanted to show she was coolheaded hearing it, but she couldn't. She couldn't hold herself and leaped to hug him tight.