Ares

Chapter 37 || For you.

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"Blessings wait for you."
— For You, 3RACHA.

Sunlight streamed through the bedroom windows, giving the sheets en electric glow. Grace rolled over and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when her leg brushed against Ares. She peeled her eyelids apart and squinted at him, a relieved breath fleeing her lungs like a freight train. It hadn't been a dream. He was really there, lying in her bed, sculpted pecs peeking over the sheet and all. She glanced at the alarm clock and winced. Almost eleven, her promise to keep Daisy-Chains firmly planted in her sights already tripping over its own two feet.

"Morning, hostuff," Ares whispered.

She leaned on an elbow, his sleepy gaze making her feel drunk. "Morning, sunshine."

He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "So I take it that really happened last night, huh?"

"I guess it did."

He looked around the room, taking in his surroundings. "Did we really do that on the stove?"

Grace nodded slowly, playing with his chest hairs. "I've got the burn mark to prove it."

His brow folded.

She laughed and brushed her long hair over a shoulder, "No, but I am sore."

He pulled the bed sheet up and looked beneath, surveying the gauze bandage he had attached to her knee just before passing out in bed. It was still white. "How's your knee?"

"Better."

His eyes ran the length of her body before letting the sheet float back down, jerky images of last night whisking through his head. "So are we going to work today?"

"Eventually. Would you like some breakfast first."

Ares studied her face, captivated by every square inch. "How great is this?" Her lips pulled back, a twinkle in her eyes. "Pretty great."

"I mean, we go to work - and actually do some work – and then we are free to do whatever we want after that."

"I know. I still can't believe it."

"You want to rent a movie after you close tonight?"

She smiled softly. "Yes. I'll grab the Chinese."

He sat up and leaned against the padded headboard. "See? That's the way it's supposed to go. No - oh no, what are we going to do now? - stuff, and then scrambling to come up with crazy plans."

"I hate plans now," she said dryly. "In fact, I am never making another plan again."

"Now, that is a good plan."

"Thank you."

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "I feel like we just lived out an entire episode of Scooby-Doo."

"Episode?" she laughed. "Try the entire season."

Ares took her by the hand. "I'll never leave you again if you'll let me."

Grace pushed herself up and kissed his lips, taking his cheek in her palm. "Then why don't you start right now?" Her devilish grin spoke volumes.

He held a finger up. "Hold that thought," he said, throwing the sheet back.

Grace watched his tight ass shake as he stumbled down the hallway and disappeared into the bathroom. She leaned back into the pillow, a blissful sigh squeezing between her lips. She could get used to this. Waking up to this man in her bed each morning definitely had its perks. A smile spread as she grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand and turned it on, dreaming about the future, a future with Ares at her side and no one to interfere with a destiny she thought would never come to be. Flashes of the future prodded her into pulling a pillow over her face to stifle a joy filled laughter. He was finally hers, no ifs, ands or buts about it. Today was going to be a great day.