As I opened my eyes, I found myself once again in Ares' bed, a familiar scene that had become a regular occurrence. I couldn't recall the last time I had woken up in my own room.
Ares' sleeping face was the first thing I saw, his lips inches from mine, his gentle breathing a soothing sound. He looked endearing, his mouth puckered in a childlike pout. I was captivated by his peaceful expression, my gaze lingering on his features.
But as I tried to slip out of bed, his hand instinctively grasped mine, holding me in place. "Good morning," I whispered, smiling.
Ares yawned, his eyes still closed, but as they opened, his hazel gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. It was as if he had never loved before, but now, he was consumed by it, unable to tear his eyes away
