Shakespeare's Plan

7. 'its like the next fifty shades of grey movie'

My whole body shook, I was cold, and I felt like I wanted to die. I know it's because I haven't eaten in almost 4 days. I've eaten here and there, but not nearly what I need to. I hated my self for it. My father would be so disappointed. 

Mama Rossi took the thermometer from my mouth. "97.2, try and get some rest sweety." She stepped away. I closed my eyes, I was wearing sweatpants, and a hoodie, I was under my large comforter, and a few other blanket's. Yet I was still cold.

I felt someone sit down next to me. I opened my eyes slightly. Ares was sitting there. He had changed into black sweatpants, and a black hoodie. His warmth radiated off of him. 

"Mama Rossi made some soup for you." I looked over, there was a white bowl. I gently sat up, I wrapped my arms around myself. I grabbed the bowl, but it shook lightly in my grip. I was so cold my hands were shaking. 

"Here." Ares took the bowl, and took the spoon out. He raised it to my lips. Normally I would be embarrassed, but right now I was so tired, I didn't really care. I opened my mouth and he gently poured the soup in. The soup had some meat, and vegetables, hopefully that helps.

It felt nice down my throat. I watched his large, tattooed hand as he got another spoon full. I blushed looking away.

After I ate most of the soup, I felt somewhat better. I was still cold, and tired. But I felt more alive.

"Thank you." I snuggled deeper into the blankets. He nodded. I felt my eyes grow tired. Half asleep I mumbled something.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

I snuggled deeper into the warmth surrounding me. I felt something brushing through my hair gently. I opened my eyes, I quickly blushed. 

I was on Ares chest, as he laid under me, playing with my hair. His head rested against my head board. 

"Good morning sunshine." I looked up to see Ares smirking at me. His black hair was flowing over his forehead, and his voice was deep. I blushed deeper. I tried to sit up, but he wrapped his arm around my waist keeping me down, sending tingles across my skin. Holy mother.

"What happened?" He looked at me.

"Last night you fell asleep, or so I thought, and then you asked me to stay with you because you were cold. So here I am." I closed my eyes. I really said that? Great. Embarrass yourself in front of the most beautiful man on earth. Way to go Willow.

"Don't be embarrassed, it was quite nice sleeping next to you." He was trying to kill me. Also what's with his sudden mood change. He usually never talks, now he's cracking smiles left and right.

"Are you alright?" I asked him. He raised an eye brow.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I shifted, looking at him.

"You never to talk to me, now your being all playful and it's concerning. Did you hit your head?" He smirked. 

"Maybe I'm talking to you because I like you, and I want to talk to you." He whispered in my ear. I blushed, sitting up. He let me this time. 

"Well what if I don't want you to talk to me?" He smirked, before placing both of his large hands on my waist. 

"Really sweetheart? Cause your telling me two stories here." I looked down. I was currently straddling him, one of my legs on either side of his waist. I blushed. Suddenly he flipped us over, he hovered over me. 

My eyes trailed down his toned arms that were on either side of me. He had rolled his sleeves up. I looked back at his face. 

"I think you really want me to talk to you." He looked between my eyes and my lips.