Mine

𝑪𝒉. 𝟐𝟑 | 𝑭𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

Ares

I catch Leo and Iris on the way as I'm going to the lecture room. He's holding onto her hand and it looks like they're somewhat having an argument. She clearly looked at discomfort and it was about time I stepped in.

"Leave her hand," I say grabbing a hold of his.

"Stay out of this," he frowns like he has some sort of authority on her.

"I said leave it!" I yell forcefully taking her hand out of his grip and pushing him back.

Iris is silent but her eyes are moving left and right out of fear. I put my arms around her shoulder but she jerks in towards my body, hugging me. Leo walked away, leaving a dirty glare for her.

Only if she'd tell me what happened at the party. From what I heard, they were both seen going into a room. Now I hope she didn't let him fuck her that night because I would immediately lose it if I find out another guy has touched her.

"Are you okay?" I checked on her, pulling her out of my chest to cuff her face.

Her hands rise up to mine and her eyebrows narrow. Then she places her palm on my forehead feeling my temperature.

"You're burning in fever," she notices by the warmth of my hand on her skin.

Yes, I am. The weather is changing so I'm having a bit of weather sickness. I also have this burning headache. The only reason I came today was to see her and how she's doing. We both walk to class and take our seats in the last row.

The professor isn't here yet which is surprising, Iris pulls out the book I gave to her a few days ago when we got married. As a little gift. She probably doesn't have any expectations from me in this marriage and I don't either.

It's worrying because she seems pretty disturbed lately. I know I said she's good sex material but Iris is way more than sex. I wanted to keep this marriage private for six months until graduation to see if we'd make it work or if we could. If she finds herself happy in it. I know she won't find herself happy with me.

She wants someone who is in love with her and I don't believe in love. Let alone be someone who loves. Love is the most complicated and irrational delusion on this planet. So instead I got her a book that displays a cute love story. I rest my head back on the seat letting out a groan as my body pains.

"Put your head on my lap and rest," she offered at hearing my discomfort.

I take my head to her lap hesitantly. My legs spread over another chair as I felt her take her jacket off and give it over me. Her hand rests in my hair as I close my eyes. The scent of her body is so calming and beautiful. So relaxing. Her nails start to scratch along my scalp easing my mind.

God this feels so perfect. This is the first time I've ever laid in a woman's lap. Even my previous girlfriends wouldn't. All it would be was sex. But with Iris, it's a bit different. Like that time when she fell asleep in my arms when I was reading her The Maddest Obsession.

There was no sexual spark during that. Rather it was something so calming that it sent a tingling sensation around my heart. And even now, she's sending a tingling sensation in my heart with her caring soul.

She's never been nice to me. I don't blame her for that. I've never been nice to her either. I wonder how things would've been if I was actually nice to her rather than using her dad's love for me against her.

I didn't realize when I fell asleep and Iris didn't even wake me up. However, I do wake up facing her stomach with her hand on the left side of my face. Her thumb slowly caresses the edge of my cheek as she holds the book high reading it.