Ares lay on his back and stared up at the top of the tent. I sensed that this was not the usual relaxing moment of peaceful reflection he enjoyed after sleeping with me, and it made me feel guilty because I had made it difficult for him to turn me down when he had intended to comfort me.
He pulled me close to him rather abruptly, and it felt like he was clinging to me for comfort now. I rested my head on his chest and focused on the steady beating of his heart against my cheek. He was warm, and his skin was soft against my own so I felt like I was melting into him.
As I took deep, calming breaths I was soothed by the way his scent combined with mine. The way he smelled to me was beyond any words that I could find. He didn’t smell like anything tangible; it wasn’t the fresh scent of pin
