ARES

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tw: verbal abuse/harsh words

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I awake up due to the sun shining in my face after forgetting to close the curtains the night before. I try to get up and close them so I can get some more sleep, but suddenly notice the weight on my body.

I look to my right and see the brown haired boy that fell asleep on me last night. However, he fell asleep on my stomach, but I wake to his body completely on top of me, with my arms and legs wrapped around him.

I also find his face next to mine, not to mention his eyes open, staring right at me.

"Why are you staring at me, creep?"

"I like to admire beautiful things." he says in an insanely deep voice, like a little deeper than CORPSE_HUSBAND.

I feel heat rising to my cheeks and my heart beating faster, which I'm pretty sure he can feel. Due to this, I hide my face in his neck, making him laugh.

"This is giving me deja vu." He says.

He unexpectedly gets up from the bed, with me still clinging to him like a sloth on a tree, and walks to my bathroom, holding onto my ass to keep me supported.

He slides his hands down my thighs to set me on the counter. He them stepped forward to stand in between my legs.

He asked sliding his hands up and down my legs, his voice still deep as fuck, "Do you have an extra toothbrush, gorgeous?"

When I tell you I almost moaned. Whew, this man is FINE.

"Uh, yeah. First drawer to the right, there should be a new pack."

My toothbrush was right behind me, so I just turned and grabbed it.

"Can you pass me the toothpaste?" I asked.

"Of course."

He passed it to me and I passed it back when I was finished with it. When it was his turn, I watched carefully as he wet the brush, put the paste on, then wet it again.

HE'S A KEEPER.

While we were brushing our teeth, he kept making faces at me, making me laugh and almost making me choke on saliva, which in turn made him laugh.

***

After brushing our teeth, we went downstairs to make breakfast, but soon found out that we had no breakfast food in the penthouse.

We then decided to go to a diner maybe 5 minutes away from us.

Going down to the garage was a struggle and let me tell you why. This man wanted to WALK to the garage using the STAIRS.

My tired ass wasn't up for it, so we had to compromise and we agreed that we would take the elevator down to the 43 floor, halfway to the garage, and walk the rest.

So that's what we did.

***

While, in the stairwell, my knee started to hurt badly, causing me to stop walking and yelp.

Ares immediately stopped in his tracks and asked me what was wrong. I told him that I had a minor knee injury a few years ago and I've had inconsistent, reoccurring pain every so often, including now.

Seeing me in such pain, he offered to carry me on his back the rest of the way down. Me being who I am, profusely refused and said I was fine to walk the rest, but he wouldn't take no for an answer.