Page 116 of Through My Window
He smiles.
As if he wasn’t beautiful enough just waking up with his hair pointing in different directions, looking vulnerable, the fool offers me a smile so genuine that I feel like I’m dying here.
Double joy.
“Good morning, Witch,” he whispers, stretching. I stare like a fool as the muscles in his arms and chest flex.
Virgin of abs, creator of this being, have mercy on me.
Ares pulls off the sheet and stands up; he’s only in boxers, so I can see a lot more than I should. He turns to me, tousling his hair.
“Can I use your bathroom?”
You can use me, handsome, I respond in my head.
Raquel, control!
I just nod as my restless eyes wander down to his boxers and notice that he’s hard.
“God.” I blush, looking away. Ares laughs.
“It’s just the morning wood, relax.”
My mouth dries up. “Okay.”
“Why are you blushing?”
“Are you really asking me that?”
I look at him, careful to keep my eyes on his face. He shrugs.
“Yes, you’ve seen it before; you’ve felt it inside you.”
I run out of saliva from swallowing so much.
“Ares, don’t start with that.”
He grins. “Why? Does it turn you on when I talk to you like that?”
Yes.
“Of course not, it’s . . . inappropriate.” His fingers play with the elastic band of his boxers.
“Inappropriate?” He licks his lower lip. “Inappropriate is what I want to do to you, I miss hearing you moan my name.”
“Ares!” He raises his hands in a sign of peace.
“Okay, I’m going to the bathroom.”
When he finally walks into the bathroom and closes the door, I can breathe. After using the hall bathroom and trying to sort out the mess my hair became during the night, I return to my room with Ares’s dry clothes in my hands to find him sitting on my bed. I hand him his clothes and try not to look at him while he dresses, but when he puts on his pants, I see that ass of his and bite my bottom lip.
“I like making you blush. You look cute,” he says, and I blush even more.
“I’m still amazed at how changeable you are.”
“Changeable?” he asks.
“Yes.”
