Ares

Chapter 18 || Why are you always on my mind?

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"I just wanna touch your skin, hear your voice, take that in. I don't wanna let this go, give it up, lose control. I know this is moving fast, heating up, mind is lost. But I just wanna touch your skin."

— SK1N, HUNTAR.

Ares stared at the number sixteen on Grace's apartment door, the folded note in his hand and a lump in his throat. The hallway was quiet and smelled like laundry. He knelt down and slid the note under the door, hesitated and pulled it back. Uncertainty and alcohol fused inside his brain like a twisting DNA strand. With the pop of a kneecap he stood back up and glanced down the barren hallway. He knew it wouldn't take Fly long to switch out his deflated tire with the spare, which is why Ares had ordered a taxi to meet him at him place. With his car safely parked at his place for the night, Fly would (hopefully) think he had gone home to sleep one off. Instead, the taxi had dropped Ares off two ends from Grace's apartment, buying him some much needed time he might as well spend.

He inhaled through his nose and knocked lightly before losing his nerve. The silence rang his ears as he stared at the peephole. He glanced at his watch and winced. It was just past one in the morning and if she wasn't pissed before, she would be now. This was a mistake. Just when he was about to slide the note under the door and leave, the door cracked open, jarring his insides with a bolt of electricity that made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.

Grace squinted at him through sleepy eyes, stealing his breath. A swarm of butterflies launched in his stomach at the sight of the necklace he had given her. She hadn't thrown it away. His gaze ran its needy fingers to the bare legs spilling from a pair of silk shorts. A fond look softened his eyes. Even waking from a dead sleep she looked beautiful. Heart racing, he shifted from one foot to the other, feeling lightheaded with those green eyes upon him once again.

Her face stiffened. "What are you doing here?" she asked curtly.

"I need to talk to you."

An angry snort burst from her nose. "You had your chance and blew it," she said, slamming the door in his face.

His hand jetted out and caught it just in time. He pushed the door open, bringing a startled look to her distended face.

"What're you doing?" she cried, pushing back with both hands.

He wrestled against her weight and squeezed through the narrow gap. The door crashed shut behind him with force, shaking the walls and narrowly taking off his fingers in the process.

"You asshole!" she barked, backing away like he was a home intruder. Her arms folded over a white camisole to hide the bare breasts beneath. "You think you can just toy with my feelings like one of your little...playthings? Come and go as you please?" Tears carved out paths down her reddening cheeks.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, unable to stop himself from reaching for her, needing to touch her just one more time.

She slapped his hands away like a child, retreating into the living room. "Get out!"

"I just..."

"You just what?" she cried, smacking his hands again as he continued his desperate pursuit. "Need to get laid because you're drunk? Well, fuck you! I hate you!"

"No, listen," he said, a knot of need tightening in his gut as her sweet scent stormed his senses. "There's more to it, I just..."

"It's called the truth, Ares!"