"You confuse me sometimes." Arwen suddenly spoke softly, searching for something in his eyes. "The things happening between us are too confusing. I don't know how should I take it."
"Am I making it unbearable for you? Are you uncomfortable?" Aiden knew he had been losing his control around her too often. He knew that it might scare her away, but he couldn't help it. Maybe he underestimated the effect she had on him or overestimated his self-control because there seems no way he could hold back.
Arwen might have been unsure of many things, but she was very sure that she wasn't uncomfortable with any of them —neither with him nor the proximity they shared, and definitely not the kisses they have come to share so far. "Not uncomfortable, but it often overwhelms me. Your words sound more and more like promises and I don't know if it's me overreading them."
