When Ares finished drying my hair and walked to grab something, I took his shirt from the chair and put it on.
I was in the middle of rolling it down when Ares faced me, holding my lingerie. He paused, eyeing as his shirt stopped mid-thigh.
He stood there for almost a minute, not saying a word, and his face was hard to read.
I did something wrong, didn't I?
"I can take it off..." I was about to do that when his words stopped me.
"Leave it."
My hand dropped to my sides, pulse racing when he came closer, tossing the lingerie on the bed.
"You're not mad?" I asked. "I'm sure no one has worn your um..." I cleared my throat. "Clothes before."
"No one has."
I exhaled heavily. "Am I an exception?"
"Yes, you're."
I smiled as my heart skipped a beat. Realizing I was showing far too much joy over this, I dropped it.
"Food!"
Ares blinked at my outburst.
"Better get those hands to work, honey."
Ares scoffed, walking to the door.
Wait, was that—!
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