My heart skipped a beat when Ares said he wouldn't be marking me.
“What do you mean you won't mark me?” I asked.
He smiled, “because I want it done on my terms,” he explained, “you only want me to mark you so the mist can finally go away, and that's not how it works. It must be mutual and happen naturally, and like you said you are still getting to know me.” He smiled devilishly then took off his shirt and headed to take a shower.
I stood in Ares's room, slightly frustrated that he wouldn't just mark me already, but on second thought, I was making a lot of sense from what he said.
When I left him to head back to mine to sleep, I couldn't help but rethink the incident that just occurred.
Did Ares just refuse an opportunity to mark me?
I muttered to myself. I couldn't believe how incre
