I wasn’t sure how to respond to Ares’ insistence that I must have some hidden magical ability within me.
I knew that what people said in the subdued and private moments after sleeping together was usually nothing more than fantasy, and when we had just done something that felt as good as that he was doubtlessly looking desperately for some way to make it OK for him to take me back to his camp in the morning and announce that I was more than a girl who had been abandoned and that we were supposed to be together and that Zaahra… I didn’t want to think about her.
Ares kissed me again; it was warm and soft and when he moved away he smiled and tangled his hands through my hair to pull me back into another more passionate kiss which was just like how he had kissed me before.
He didn’t want to
