As I lay on the bed with Ares holding me close to him, I was far less restless than I had been before. I was grateful that he didn’t embarrass me for the way I had been so fascinated by his body, even though it made me feel like I was naïve.
I couldn’t help wondering whether Zaahra had been interested in him that way when she first slept with him. He had been hers; as far as she knew, he still was.
No - Ares was still hers. It wasn’t a matter of opinion; it was a fact. He was hers, and she was his, and we were no closer to deciding how to remedy that because I had now lost count of the number of times we had slept together since we got to this place, but we hadn't spent much time doing anything that could help.
He sighed and kissed the top of my head affectionately. He clearly knew wha
