I placed my shaky hands on Ares's chest, and I could feel his heart racing, vibrating beneath my palm.
Is he nervous?
I moved my hands, but I couldn't cover his entire broad chest; he was like a big blank canvas, and creativity was lost to me.
I want to touch him, but I can't, not like this... not when he's this distant. I took my hand off and wrapped my arms around his neck in an embrace, my fingers playing with his hair.
I sighed in relief when he held my waist, before he coiled his arms around me to bring me closer. I relaxed into him, and we just stayed like that.
This wasn't about feeding our lust; this was something else, and I liked it. He offered more warmth than I imagined, our hearts beating in sync.
I don't know how long we stayed like that, and at some point, we must have changed positions. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on top of him, and it was morning.
