-mature-ish content (?) at chapter end-
Ares didn’t say a word. He was still lying on top of me, and I thought I could feel every one of his corded sinews tighten and twist as he prepared to pull away. I felt the ends of his dark hair tickle my cheek when he lifted his head, before he placed his hands flat on the grass on either side of my head to push himself up. Mid-rise, he summoned his mortal Aspect, and was already covered from the waist down by the time he stood steady on his feet again. He still wasn’t looking at me. I wondered if it was because he simply didn’t care, or if it was because the sight of me was that distasteful to him.
If I were braver, I would have asked which one it was. And if I didn’t think his answer would hurt me, I might have even demanded it.
“Did I hurt you
