[Music: I Should've Let You Burn By Raviel Blackthorn]
I passed a quick look, and everyone was watching us. Great! Right at the center of high-class judgment. How's this gonna help?
Ares yanked me back up, my leg still trapped around his waist.
"Everyone will think my wife is angry with me," he uttered, amused. "She's glaring at me like she wants to stab me to death."
I was about to utter a reply when he dipped me lower this time. My fist clenching his arm for balance, everything upside down, before I was hauled back up to my feet.
Ares tried to release my leg, but I placed the other on his waist until he was basically carrying me. Momentarily, he winced, pinning me with a look.
I smirked, using this opportunity to caress his cheek, pressing my forehead against his, our breath coming up harsh and uneven.
"What's wrong, husband? Is it too—"
