Arwen's gaze burned with questions.
She wanted answers to many questions, but she also knew —she wouldn't be getting them all.
Not so soon, at least.
When Aiden didn't speak, even after a long pause, she realized she wouldn't get any answers again.
Ready to give up, she was about to pull away when she felt his arm tighten around her frame, keeping her fixed at her face, close to him.
Before she could complain or say anything, his fingers gently wove through her hair, tilting her head to look at him —back into his eyes.
"The best way to see the truth is to look into someone's eyes," he said, his voice tinged with an emotion that Arwen couldn't quite place.
It felt deeply intimate, yet oddly foreign. A mix of passion and guilt.
"Stare into my eyes and see what truth really is."
He tugged gently on her hair, guiding her focus as he continued.
"The truth is … holding you in my arms for a few moments longer isn't what hurt me. What made me suffer was not holding you in my embrace for three weeks, five days, fifteen hours, and six minutes"
Arwen's heart skipped a beat. She stared into his eyes, without blinking.
"The truth is, it's not the long flight that tired me," he went on, his voice softer now, almost a whisper. "It's the thought of waking up to another morning without you beside me. Do you even know how insufferable that has become recently?"
Arwen didn't know how to answer. It had been equally insufferable for her, too.
"The truth is … I have missed you more than you missed me. More than I can admit in words."
His fingers brushed her cheeks, featherlight, almost reverent. "And the truth is … only you know the real me, Moon. No one else ever has, and no one else ever will. It will be only you. Always."
Arwen's breath caught in her throat. The vulnerability in his voice, in his gaze —it was overwhelming.
So much so that she didn't even realize when she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his.
Her fingers gripped the lapel of his jacket when she felt him respond to her kiss. It started slow and gentle … but it deepened quickly, growing with emotion —hunger, longing and love.
The world blurred around them, time folding into that moment. frёewebηovel.cѳm
But just as they would have let it all go —
A small, high-pitched voice rang out from nearby.
"Mama, look! Is that how the beauty was kissed by the beast in the story?"
The innocent question made Arwen freeze in place. Her eyes widened.
And she realized they were still at the airport. People must be around. Just because she hadn't noticed them doesn't mean they have disappeared.
Her cheeks colored crimson as she patted Aiden's shoulders desperately. But he simply didn't budge.
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