"Thank you," Ares murmured.
"For what?"
"For Esme." A softness took over those icy orbs, and it wasn't just a flicker of it. "She's perfect."
I shivered when his thumb stroked my cheek, and it was as if a fire was being ignited, and I don't know how to stop it from spreading.
It started where his hand caressed, flaring to my neck down to my chest, where I felt a burn, and it wasn't pain; it was like my heart was being dipped in pure fire.
I rasped heavily as I closed my eyes, his cold breath tickling my face; it was soothing in a way. And when I flickered my eyes open, I got drowned in those blues and was pulled into them.
They weren't filled with lust or hunger; it was pure adoration. I was struck by it, and all I could do was gape with my mouth hung open.
What's happening? Is... Is Ares in—!
Ares released me, and with it the fire that burned through my skin.
"Goodnight."
"G-Goodnight."
I watched him leave, standing there like a statue.
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