Good loving

The night had been a blur of desperation and want, grief and need twined so tightly that neither Ares nor Tessa could tell where one ended and the other began. When the first pale hints of dawn crept through the curtains, they were still entangled, bodies dripping with sweat, hearts beating in fear.

Tessa stirred first, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. For a moment, she looked around in dazed confusion, as though waking from a dream. Then her gaze fell on Ares, stretched ...