If Eragon had to describe his relationship with Arya in one word it would be: wonderful

or perfect. He couldn't choose just one. Truthfully Eragon didn't think this would happen,

getting together with Arya. After all of the rejections. Sure he had hoped and dreamed but…

you get the picture. As Eragon lay in bed with Arya he stayed as still as possible. He sensed

that she was awake, watching him. He felt her soft petite hands running over his face.

Eragon enjoyed moments like this. He smiled to himself, thinking about the things he loved

about Arya. She was strong, powerful, passionate, and those eyes. Oh those eyes! How he

could lose himself in them. Eragon shivered a little bit automatically when he felt Arya's hands

run through his hair, it felt nice. Eragon had told Arya many time that he loved her and she

never said it back. He understood of course. It was hard for her to admit her feeling. She would

do it when she's ready. Eragon heard Arya laugh to herself. What was so funny? I might as well

"wake up" now Eragon thought opening his eyes. He lost his breath, she was beautiful.

"Morning" he said with a smile. "I think you mean afternoon" Arya said grinning.

"Oh, whoops" Eragon thought even though he would stay in bed all day to have time with

her. "Eragon… I need to tell you something" Arya said nervously. Uh-oh, Eragon thought

"What is it"? he asked nervously. Eragon looked into her eyes and they softened instantly

"Eragon" she said in that voice she loved "I am not breaking up with you". "What is it then?"

He asked sighing with relief. "I, lllove you". "What"? he asked shocked. "I love you, you idiot"!

she yelled before kissing him passionately . Eragon wrapped his arms around her waist and

pulled her closer. Yes, Eragon thought is was definitely perfect.