Arwen tried to break away from his embrace, but his arms only tightened around her, keeping her enclosed in his arms.
Unable to succeed, she sighed. "Now, aren't fearing to make me misunderstand our intentions, husband?" Arwen said, her words clearly carrying the fake sarcasm.
Aiden's lips curled behind her and he shifted a little more closer, leaning in at just the right angle to press a kiss on the back of her head. "You can't fake your emotions to me, Moon. Don't try it next time," he said and Arwen pouted, turning over shouter to squint her eyes at him.
"Who is faking here?" her tone came like a chide. But Aiden truly knew her better than she knew herself. "I am really angry."
Nodding, he said, "Fine, you are angry. Let me coax you to sleep. Tomorrow you will be okay." His tone came calm and tender.
"And what if I am not okay?" Arwen countered.
