Beautiful, compliant, and fragile.
Those are the three things Ares saw me as; the three words that he had chosen to describe me with as evidence I was not fit for what Luc had chosen to use me for.
He reached out and stroked my hair as we sat in silence, and I wished that he could see me as strong-willed and powerful rather than compliant and fragile.
Beautiful, though… I was glad he saw me as beautiful.
His hand brushed my cheek again. He still smelled like me.
“You’re cold.”
“I’ll be fine. You’re colder than I am. Besides, I’ve been sleeping here alone for…”
“…I don’t want you getting sick before we’ve even started home.”
I smiled. I wasn’t sure if he was truly concerned about how cold I was, or if it was just an excuse for the fact he had stroked my cheek and then f
