He repeated his way of looking at me like he was searching for something again.
This time I had to say something because it felt more like he was staring at my soul.
“Don't stare at me like that, Ares, it's creepy!” He yelled at him.
“Move closer please.” He asked.
“Why?”
“Do you think I want to kiss you or something?” He asked which made my cheeks flustered.
“Don't you dare joke with me like that Ares? Don't forget that this is just an….”
“Arranged Marriage, I know that already. So we don't share any s****l or intimate feelings so you don't have to be scared of coming closer right?” He asked while still staring at my hazel eyes.
“Sure, but…”
“There are no buts. I mean the fact has been established that I cannot touch your sexy…”
“Just stop!” I interrupted him before he could fin
