I felt Ares’ hand rest on my shoulder and I shied away slightly. I didn’t want to feel like he felt sorry for me again.
“Morrigan, I am not disappointed by you. You’re more than just a stupid fantasy to me.”
“You called me your white wolf. You really thought I had some magic ability I wasn’t telling you about.”
He ran his hand down my back and then moved so he was sitting behind me.
I was uncomfortable with that at first, and my muscles tensed before he wound his hands through my hair and drew it all back over my shoulders.
He wasn’t going to force me to do anything; he was braiding my hair.
“You’re beautiful, and I still want you just as much as I did before.”
My skin prickled and goosebumps ran down my spine as his hands brushed lightly against me.
Want was such an ambiguous word
