"You love to keep your gestures silent," Arwen said, looking into his eyes with her soft, steady gaze. "You would always do this … quietly giving me what I need the most. How do you even know it? You can't possibly be noticing everything all the time."
Noticing someone so closely —so consistently —was exhausting. …
And no one exhausts themselves for someone … unless they truly care.
Aiden smiled, reaching out to gently hold her hands.
"You are my wife," he said simply. "And as your husband, it's my duty to notice everything about you."
His words tugged at something deep inside her, making her heart skip a beat.
How does he say such things so easily?
He spoke as if what he did wasn't rare, as if every man would move mountains just to make his wife feel seen.
But if it were really that easy … all women would feel as cherished as she did now.
