I find myself lying in bed, struggling to fall asleep. Thoughts of how many women must have a crush on someone as handsome as Ares keep me awake. I don't want to be indebted to him or, worse, become infatuated. Besides, the duties of a wife... we're not naive; we know what they entail.
Ugh, sleep won't come!
Suddenly, I hear the door open, signaling his return from work. I get up and head to the living room, where he's seated on the couch, looking quite exhausted.
"Good evening," I greet him.
"It's getting late. Why are you still awake?" he inquires.
"I can't sleep..." I notice the pillows and blankets next to him. "Have you been sleeping on the sofa for the past two days? Why not use the guest room?"
He scratches his head and smiles politely. "The room hasn't been used in a long tim
