Arwen's gaze once again turned serious. She had her question, and she wanted him to answer it. So, when she asked him, she didn't offer him an option to refuse.
She demanded him —one in return for one.
Aiden stared at her before nodding. "And what am I supposed to do in my turn?" he asked, his finger drawing slow curves and circles on her waist —gentle and smooth.
It wasn't distracting, it made her ease up more in his embrace.
"You are supposed to do the same," she said, adding, "Answer my question."
Saying that, she moved, trying to get off him.
However, just as she did, his arms tightened around him, not allowing her to move.
She looked at him, pressing her lips in a thin line. "We can't talk like this, Aiden," she said. Even though his gentle touches weren't distracting enough, it still lulled her into a comfort that made it hard for her to have a serious talk with him.
"We can," he said smoothly.
