Arwen's gaze paused at his words, as if not understanding what he was speaking about. "What do you mean?" she asked, her brows furrowing in confusion.
Aiden stared down at her, his fingers gently brushing her hair, putting them away from her face behind her ears. His gaze was gentle on her face, full of adoration. "What I mean is I don't believe in coincidences. If something happens, it's something that was meant to happen —like us."
Arwen raised her brows at that. For some reason, she felt that there was more to his words. But then she couldn't understand what there could be. "Like us?" she asked. "If we are not an example of coincidence, what else do you think we are?"
Her gaze held a challenge as if she was asking him to refute it and bring her something better.
However, Aiden does not look at all at a loss. Rather he seemed confident as if he had no longer deciphered the reason behind their relationship.
