CHAPTER TWELVE
ARES’S POV
He was not supposed to forget what happened; how he almost kissed me or he was almost close enough to do so. How could he forget when I had to lay awake almost the entire night, trying to understand how my heart beat like that? I was certainly not attracted to him but why had his presence up close made me feel like my body was literally on fire? Why did it bother me this much that he couldn’t remember how he grabbed my tie and said he’d have kissed me if I weren’t straight?
“S-Sir?” His voice brought me back to reality.
“Where are you on George Pitson?” I questioned, diverting the subject.
“I’m not doing great in that specific area but I found out he works out in Master Gym every day, about a twenty-five minutes’ drive from here and so I plan on goin
