It had been a mistake, but it was done. Ares had never cared to dwell overlong on the past when it did him no good in the present. He knew he shouldn't have put his hands on her, but he had been powerless to resist the knowledge that if he just turned around, she would be within arm's reach. He had heard the small splashes as she moved about in the water, peeling away her clothes. He had seen it out of the corner of his eye when he had turned to glance sideways, unable to withstand the temptation. Even that had been unconscious on his part, born of fleshly impulse and not much sense.
And then from there, it had been nothing at all to turn around and close the pitifully small distance between them. He hadn't even wanted anything more than to touch her, at first. He could swear by the Oracl
