𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 || 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌

Ch. 8🌻

A Little Comfort.

Phoebe

I barely got any sleep last night, but I know its a lot more than what I would have gotten if I were home.

I think its normal to feel a little out of sorts when you wake up somewhere you're not used to, I've been up for about an hour before I decided to get out of bed around 3.

Got ready and tried my very best not to make too much noise whilst I was packing my lunch. That was until Ares came in, though he said I didn't wake him I still feel as though I did.

sitting like a kid waiting for breakfast while this fine specimen makes coffee wasn't on my morning schedule but I am not complaining.

Look at you, your inner whor-

Now is not the time for you input, inner thoughts are internal for a reason.

Its still fairly dark as the sun slowly begins to rise, and the few dim lights in the kitchen are all that allow me to admire him.

He remains in the same dress shirt and pants, his hair slightly messy and his tiredness is clear.

When he placed the plate of food I was kind of skeptical, then my mind went back to the conversation we we're having about me going to work.

Before I can say anything he walks out, lightly telling me to let him know when I'm ready to leave and that was it. I ate my food in silence before I finished gathering my things.

Maybe a normal person would have been shaken up by everything, they'd just stay in bed and never come out but, I won't let something, especially like that stop me.

Keep telling yourself that.

I can't and won't. Anxiety is a bitch, there's not denying that but you won't let it adsorb you.

Lightly knocking on the door that leads to Ares's room, "hope I'm not disturbing, but just letting you know I'm ready to leave" when I get no answer, I assume maybe it's the wrong door, just as I turn to leave the door swings open.

"sorry, rushed a little." he shrugs closing the door behind him "I can tell.." trailing off, I notice his tie is a little off centered and not tied properly.

There's not much distance between us, but I look to him for a 'go ahead' as I raise my hands.

When he nods. I fix his tie, finishing up I lightly run my hands along his shoulders and chest, smoothening his shirt.

I feel myself pull away quickly once I realize I may have gone to far.

No words we're spoken for a brief second, staring at each other.

I feel as though there is this pull towards him. I may just be crazy to feel these things but, this isn't one of those, 'see an attractive stranger in the street pass by' situations.

It almost feels disrespectful to even begin to think about something like that. Have respect for the man, especially in his home, his family's home at that.

But, damn...its so easy to get lost in his essence. From the cologne that plagues my mind to the way he dresses so simple yet classy and relaxed, my eyes trail along these things to then finally land on his eyes. Captivating and less common, his grayish-blue orbs are just so intriguing to me.

Taking a shallow breath "ready?" trying to push aside all that just happened cause I now I spaced out and definitely creeped him out by staring at him like that.

I shall go die now, thank you.

His tongue flicks over his lips as he licks them, "whenever you are" feeling as though I shouldn't speak, mostly in fear of something stupid slipping out.