The Traps of Black Swan

Instead of responding to Aaron's question, Aarvi stretched her hands at him, asking for a hug. And the man took her on his lap and rubbed her back to calm her down.

Aarvi: "..."

Am I so small to carry and place on the lap?

Unbelievably, she felt like a little one sitting on his lap, straddling him as he tried to comfort her.

Unexpected to his thoughts, Aarvi cupped his face and pecked on his lips, "Stop mollycoddling me so much." And she knows he won't listen to her.

Strangely feeling her dreams might be related to the things she was puzzled to speak with him, he asked before she started seducing him.

He cupped her face and asked, looking at the pout of her lips, "Are you still not going to tell me?"

After a big yawn against her backhand, Aarvi decided to ask Aaron before looking into the matter.

She first tried to recollect her recent dream that she was sure it would be her past with Aaron.

She didn't realize when Aaron's eyes softened. Aaron was amused looking at her pleasing smile appearing on her little face. He accurately knew she recalled something from their teenage years, and it can't be because of a nightmare.

Aarvi quickly briefed him, "You got very angry at me…."

...

The teenager scolded her and got angry at little Ava after learning she was doing homework for her classmate.

The teenager's gentle gaze and words had turned too cold, and he ignored her. It wasn't the first time he saw her writing her classmate's homework.

He had told her to focus on herself, and if extra time, she could use it on something she loves to do.

Being too kind and over-sensitive, Little Ava had given into her classmate's fake tears and was again writing other's assignments.

After getting caught by the teenager, seeing him get angry at her, Little Ava didn't want him to start hating her like her parents, so she decided to coax him.

She had tried to persuade him all evening, running behind him, asking sorry, and even held her ears. But the teenager was too stubborn.

Running behind his long legs, she tripped due to her clumsiness and fell on her knees and arms.

Being another stubborn teenager, she bit her lips without letting her tear fall or cry in pain when it was stinging uncontrollably.

The handsome teenager turned around when the little footsteps didn't sound behind him. He saw her pretty little face flushed due to pain while sitting on the floor looking at her knee. He noticed the blood dots and scratches and her eyes, which willfully held her tears back from trickling down.

He was quicker to her than anybody inside the cafe could reach her, "Cupcake…." His voice had a hint of hurt for her pain.

Biting her lips, she looked at him with her tear-filled eyes. His hand had just stroked her head, and she burst into tears before he could utter anything.

Instead of crying for the wound on her knee, she fussed at him for not talking to her. "Why aren't you speaking with me?"

He desperately tried to calm her down. When the people started looking at them, he carried her up without asking for permission and placed her on a chair.

Nikun brought them a first aid kit, and the handsome teenager carefully treated her wounds and applied the band-aid.

Rather than being happy that she finally got his attention and heard him speak to her, she puffed her cheeks, pouted her lips.

For the first time, little Ava purposefully got angry at the handsome teenager, and he had to coax her by saying helping is good, and she wasn't doing anything wrong.

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Aarvi felt childish in that incident. She understood why the teenager was stopping her from helping. Because her classmates were using her, the teenager couldn't make her know since she was good at pulling out the reasons as 'what if my classmate is really unwell?'

Her innocence was her dumbness.

After telling him the dream, there was a disappointment in her eyes, "I can only remember what I say, and I can only feel your actions." Then she shook her head, adding, "I can't remember your face and what you were saying to me."

Aaron had a faint smile reminiscing the same past. That day, he was surprised that his little Cupcake could also get angry.

And he was happy that she also throws tantrums instead of dumbly following him like a lamb.

Aarvi was sighing for not getting Aaron's image and words when she felt a soft press on her forehead, which brought her back to reality.

Aaron brushed the hair away as he cupped her face, "It's alright. If you couldn't remember it, you don't have to."

Aarvi sulked.

"We will create more beautiful memories for you to be nostalgic about."

Aarvi knew they could create more memories together, but, "Aaron Rivas, you are so mean."

Why should he only have those memories?

Aarvi puffed her angry cheeks like in the dream. She wanted to remember everything because she knew only those were the best memories of her adolescence. And her childhood was ruined by her parents.

Aaron saw the little antics of her returning, which gave him the same feeling as the cute little cupcake. "Aarvi Evans, I have a different way to curb your anger now."

She snorted, understanding he discerned why she got angry.

In the next movement, she felt a sway before her back hit the bed, and her legs instinctively wrapped around him, which were previously straddling him.

Looking at his brow lift teasingly, Aarvi felt her cheeks burn. She quickly unwrapped her legs while his lips started to prep her face making her flinch from time to time.

Anger? She had long forgotten her fake anger.

With her eyes closed, arms around his neck, she reveled in the feel of being treasured with a lot of butterflies in her stomach going frenzy.

Whenever his lips grazed at the corner of her lips, she craved for his kiss. She shuddered when his tongue traced her lip curve.

Before she could pull him for a kiss, he slipped off. "Aaron…" She knew he was teasing her, and to her bad luck, her body was strangely reacting to just his kisses on her face.

'Did he try to subdue my anger or seduce me?' Her face turned crimson, and she was glad that the lights were dim.

She could only blame herself for being prey, 'Why did I have to fake my anger?'

Aaron didn't stop because of her. His body was reacting no less than hers.

Pulling her up to sit, he didn't take her on his lap this time but the bed. He asked in a concerned tone, pinching her nose, "Now your anger has vanished; recount me why you jolted up." It couldn't be because of that dream.

Aarvi scratched her head as she continued where she had left. She can't remember Aaron's face but, "I got Leon in the dream."

Her stiff voice said it was intolerable for her to even speak about it hence disgusted for having Leon Harmon in her dreams.