Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 459: You want the truth?
Arwen wasn't upset with Aiden for leaving without waiting for her —anyone would have done that.
She was upset because she had promised him to pick him up, and yet he had waited so long that he eventually had to leave, tired of standing there with no sign of her.
Feeling disappointed at herself, she turned to leave when Aiden's voice halted her.
"Moon!"
She froze, for a moment not believing it to be true. But then she turned around to check and her eyes sparkled with delight, finding him there —standing with a smile she recognized very well. One that was meant for her. Reserved only for her.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had already run into his arms, making her own wrap around his neck —all so intimately.
Aiden smiled before he supported her in the air, holding her close to his himself—just where she had always belonged.
They both didn't know they needed this hug until now.
Seconds passed, but Arwen still couldn't let go. She didn't feel it was enough. She knew she missed him all the weeks he was away, but just how much —she only realized it now.
It was only when she felt his arms wrapping around her waist and his breath near her ear that she realized how much she missed the proximity they always shared when he was around —the same closeness that always left her flustered.
"It seems you have missed me more than you have dared to admit," Aiden's voice came softly, but it made Arwen's heart thump loudly inside her chest.
It made her nervous, but in his arms, she wanted to be bold. Her lips curled up in a smile that held the mix of her shyness and confidence.
"I missed you," she admitted. "A lot."
Aiden's eyes widened slightly. He was teasing her, but he hadn't expected her to admit it in a heartbeat.
He tried to pull her away, but Arwen didn't loosen her hold.
"Moon—?"
"Few seconds more, please."
Her appeal was soft, but it only made Aiden hold her tighter in his arms.
"As long as you want," he said. He was more than happy to keep her in his arms for ten lifetimes, if that's what she wanted.
Arwen knew he wouldn't refuse her, but still, somehow it made her heart flutter. She breathed in his scent as she let her heart calm down. Since last night, from the moment he told her he was returning, she had been waiting to feel this … feel him —and even now, she hadn't had enough.
When did she become like this?
Last she remembered, she never clung to anyone like this. Not even to her parents when she was young.
Yet here she was, holding him like she simply couldn't let go.
The buzz around the airport blurred as she remained in his arms. She didn't track the time, but a long time must have passed because she finally heard Aiden murmur in her ears.
"Moon," he began softly. "I can hold you like this for eternity, but I fear your waist will hurt later if I keep on holding you so tightly. So … can we choose a more comfortable position and place?"
Arwen pulled away a little to look at his face, his eyes staring at her dotingly —as if, if she asked for a world, he would happily give it to her.
"My waist?" she asked, not understanding why he had said that.
Aiden looked at her and nodded before gesturing for her to look down.
She followed his gesture, and only then did she realized —
He had been holding her in the air all this time. Her feet were not on the floor; rather, she was in his arms, their heads nearly at the same height.
He was six feet tall and she was just five-four —of course, to match his height like this, he must have lifted her in his arms.
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Does that mean he had been holding her like this the entire time?
His arms …
She quickly patted his shoulders, asking him to put her down.
"You should have told me earlier," she said, sounding flustered. "Does it hurt?"
She reached out to touch his arms, already pressing his muscles softly.
Aiden stared down at her, his lips curling at her concerned demeanour.
"It doesn't," he replied. "You don't weigh much."
Arwen looked up at him, frowning.
"How come 128 pounds weigh nothing? Can you tell me the truth, Aiden? If I hurt you, tell me that I hurt you. Don't just let it slide without making me realize my wrongs."
Although his words sounded sweet —making her heart flutter —she didn't want that all the time.
She wanted to treat him just as he treated her —with all the best things.
How could she accept his care so freely, when she didn't even realize she might have hurt him?
"You have had a long flight," Arwen said, remembering that they were still at the airport. "You must be tired. Not only that I came late, but I also climbed up in your arms. It must be hurting, isn't it?" she asked, feeling genuinely bad.
She was pressing his muscles, trying to relieve the pain she might have unknowingly caused.
Aiden stared at her, taking in her concern. Although he couldn't bear to see her sad, seeing her so worried and concerned for him, made his heart feel deeply satisfied.
He let her press a little longer, enjoying her soft, gentle touches. But when he realized she was internally blaming herself, he reached out and placed his hand over hers, stopping her in her movements.
She looked up at him, and their eyes met.
"You want the truth?" he asked, staring right into her greyish-blue pearls.
Arwen swallowed before nodding, "Yes, I want the truth. The real truth. I don't want you to hide your pain, just because it might hurt me. I want to know it all. I want to know you."
