The next morning was harsh but the sunlight was welcomed. I woke up on my own and tried to rub the tear tracks off the best I could. But when I raised my right hand, I realized it was enclosed by another hand. I glanced to my right and in my shock, tears appeared in my eyes.
Ares, ever the gentleman, sat by the bed, the first three buttons of his shirt undone. His body was slumped backwards and the edges of his pectorals were on show. His scruff was nicely trimmed and his mouth was slightly open. The sunlight peaked through the blinds and caught on the edges of his eyelashes and fuck.
He looked magnificent. He looked like the sun had been created for him and the stars molded specifically like him. Like the clouds were last-minute items that had been placed in the sky as to not blind the people all the time. And in the darkness, the moon, his parallel, shone above everything and everyone.
Ares's legs were spread outward and created a "v" back towards his crotch. One hand held tightly onto my own, while his other hand rested in his lap. The chair he sat on, his desk chair, looked comfortable, but not as comfortable as the bed. I realized then that I was in his bed but yet I didn't remember how I got there. All I remember was the blur of tears and the pain in my heart.
He must've carried me here.
Ares carried me into his room and though this was his own personal space that I had never been inside before, he placed me on the bed and didn't join me. In my time of need, he had arrived and swept me off my feet, but still gave me my personal space. My heart fluttered when I looked at him and figured out all he had done.
Ares woke up only a few minutes after I had, his eyes sharp and alert on me. He gave me a short and small grin before he leaned forward and I heard his back crack. He gazed at me for a moment before he cleared his throat.
"I know what you need to do," Ares told me.
I gestured for him to continue with my free hand.
"You need to get away from here as soon as possible."
What?
