[Music: Often By The Weekend]
I sucked in breath, before I could make sense of his words, he stepped into his office.
What the hell? I gulped, following behind.
Ares casually rounded his desk and set his things while I just stood agape like I had experienced a mishap.
I coughed lightly, walking to the desk at the far corner, near the floor-to-ceiling windows. My things were there, properly arranged.
When did he prepare this?
Not thinking too much of it, I got comfortable, trying to ignore the heat in the air even though the AC was at a good temperature.
Time passed by as I worked on my office laptop, my eyes veered to Ares occasionally, who was heavily concentrated on his work.
He had taken off his suit jacket; the white sleeves clung to those biceps, creating folds, and when he rested his chin on the back of his hand, the material tightened even more.
I swallowed heavily as I shifted my eyes back to my work, trying to breathe appropriately.
