Arwen looked up when she heard the bathroom door open. Aiden came out, dressed in his grey joggers and a black pullover.
"You are done?" she asked, and Aiden hummed in response as he walked to his side of the bed.
"You are reading?" he asked, glancing at the novel in her hand.
Arwen followed his gaze and looked down at the book "Oh, yes. I have a habit of reading novels before bed," she said, quickly closing the book and putting it in the drawer next to her bed, almost as if she was hiding her biggest secret.
Aiden wanted to chuckle. If only she knew that he was well aware of the kinds of books she enjoyed. He knew all the romances she read, all the desires she harbored. He knew it all.
"Is your wound better?" Arwen asked, her gaze flicking towards his shoulders.
"It's better," Aiden replied.
Arwen nodded to him in understanding, "Good that it is getting healed; otherwise, I wouldn't have known what to do."
