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They’re all muscular and athletic, with broad shoulders, trim waists, long legs and thick, strong thighs.

High cheekbones and soft looking lips give them that heartthrob look that would open all sorts of doors in Hollywood, if they ever got tired of sports.

The biggest difference in their appearance is the shape of their faces—the twins have a more defined oval, while Chance’s face is slightly rounder—and their eye color.

Chance has the most intense shade of blue I’ve ever seen.

Ares’s eyes are a silver color that’s flecked with stormy shades of blue when you’re close enough.

When the doors open, Ares takes my hand, and I let him lead me to my room.

He hasn’t said a word to me since he told me he would walk me back to my room.

“Good night, Ares.” I murmur, searching in his eyes for any kind of emotion; anything other than the stony, slightly angry expression he’s been wearing for the past few minutes.

“Get inside.” He demands, the muscle in his jaw jumping with every word.

“I’m not tired,” I say. “Do you want to come in? We could sit outside on the balcony and talk for a bit. Maybe have a drink?”

“Go to sleep, Zara. It’s been a long day.”

Is that a glare? The way he’s looking at me doesn’t make any sense.

“I—I just wanted to thank you for stepping in earlier at the racetrack.” My words come out in a rush when he starts to turn away from me.

He turns back around, pinning me with those silver eyes. “You said thank you.”

“I know, but… I wanted to say it again. We haven’t had the chance to talk at all tonight and I wanted you to know how grateful I am for your help and for giving up your room. I could have bunked with Heather.”

He snorts. “Right. Heather. Believe me, you’d get no sleep in Heather’s room. I don’t even know why we get her a room when my brother sneaks in every time we go away for a race. I guess it saves appearances with her parents. On the bright side, that means that I’ll have our room to myself.”

There is something in Ares Hunter that draws me in. Something beyond his sexy body and handsome face. “Anyway, do you want to come in?”

He takes a step forward, but that angry, hard to read look is back on his face. I retreat until my back touches the door.

“Why? So you can say thank you?” He bites out, his tone tough, almost aggressive.

I want to nod, but I can’t move. My muscles are frozen by Ares’s icy glare. “Yeah.” I swallow, my eyes drowning in the stormy depths of his gaze. The blue flecks look brighter this close up.

The corner of his lips tips up in just the hint of a smile, but it doesn’t reach those steely eyes. “And then we can talk?”

I’m not scared, but I’m trembling. I know Ares isn’t Cal. He’s a good guy and he wouldn’t put a finger on me unless I asked him to. The realization hits me square in the chest, and I exhale a shuddering breath. Maybe that’s why I’m trembling. Because I want him to put his hands on me. I want to find out if his lips are as soft as they look; if his kiss is going to be hard like Lev’s, or wild and hot like Chance’s.

I realize that Ares is waiting for an answer to his question, so I nod.

“Yeah. We can talk, maybe have a drink.”

He takes another step closer, stopping just shy of our bodies touching. His hand is on the door, just beside my head. “And then what?” he asks, his warm breath fanning over my lips.

“I—I don’t know.” My heart is hammering against my chest, so hard and loud that it reverberates in my ears. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ares could hear it.

“I think,” he bites out. “That you’ve done enough for one night, Zara. First, I thought that bridge was going to take your head off; then you offered quite the spectacle when you were dancing with Lev and Chance.”

His words hit me harder than if he had slapped me; they hurt more than when Cal called me a slut earlier.

“Are you slut shaming me?” I confront him.

The blue swirls in his irises turn into a slate gray. “I would never. I’m just saying that you’ve had quite an eventful night, that’s all. It’s probably better if I go.”

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