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I realize that the Greek God nickname fits Ares perfectly, especially after seeing him naked.

I saw Ares naked. I touched him. I saw him come. Am I dreaming? Maybe I got too drunk and it's one of those crazy, vivid, drunken dreams.

As I walk out of the bathroom, I mentally thank Ares for getting dressed, but I find it strange that he has put everything on. His shirt, his pants, his shoes. Is he leaving? My heart twists a little when he doesn't even turn to look at me. He's too busy typing on his phone, sitting in my desk chair.

"Who are you texting at this hour?"

"That's not your problem, Raquel."

And there I stand, feeling superuncomfortable. What should I do? Or say? After a few seconds, Ares lifts his eyes from his phone and glances at me. I swallow, fiddling with my hands in front of me.

Really, Raquel? After you've done all that with him, you're this nervous?

My conscience is an idiot.

"I'm leaving." Ares stands up, sticking his phone into the back pocket of his pants. My heart sinks in my chest. "When Apolo wakes up, tell him to jump the fence and enter through the back door, I'll leave it open for him."

"I thought it wasn't appropriate to sleep with a man alone," I joke, but Ares doesn't smile.

"It's not, but it's your room, your life. It has nothing to do with me."

Okay, this guy is moody. He arrived annoyed, then he was tender, then sexual, and now he's back to being cold.

"Is something wrong?"

Ares walks to the window. "No."

Oh no, you won't leave. You won't leave here with that attitude without explaining what's wrong with you. You won't leave me with a feeling of having been used that is eating away at my heart.

I catch up to him and stand in front of him, blocking the window. "What's wrong with you now, Ares?"

"There's nothing wrong with me."

"Yes, something is wrong with you. Your sudden mood swings are giving me a headache."

"And your drama is bothering me. That's why I'm leaving."

"Drama?"

He points between us. "This drama."

"I hadn't even said anything to you until I saw that you were about to leave."

"Why can't I leave?"

"You said you would sleep here."

Ares sighs. "I changed my mind. It happens. Didn't you know that?"

"You're being an idiot. Didn't you know that?"

"That's the very reason I'm leaving. I don't understand why women assume that we owe them something just because we've had a little sexual fun. I don't owe you anything. I don't have to stay. I don't have to do anything for you."

Ouch!

Ares continues. "Look, Raquel, I like to be honest with the girls I get involved with."

Whatever he's going to say, I know I'm not going to like it.

"You and I are having fun, but I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm not looking to cuddle after fooling around a little. That's not me. I need to be clear with you about that because I don't want to hurt you. If you want to have fun with me with no strings attached, fine. And if that's not what you want, if what you want is a boyfriend, romance, Prince Charming, then tell me to stay away, and I will."