"Ares."
He said nothing, and for a long moment, I wondered if I should pretend to think he was asleep. I wanted nothing more than to doze off again and wake at a more opportune time - namely, when I no longer felt bone-dead and spent under the soothing heat of Ares's too-warm weight. I wondered at how I could feel so comfortable like this, sandwiched between the rigid, flat stone underneath me and an equally hard and unyielding body above, but then again, I couldn't feel much of anything at all except the numb aftershocks of pleasure. To think this floating sense of utter satisfaction could last so long - it had to have been an hour at least, but I had no way of measuring time in this dim cavern.
An hour of idling here was too long already. It was dangerous still, and now that I thought
