NOAH'S POV

I lay awake on the bed, my head nestled against Ares' chest, his hand possessively wrapped around my waist. Every breath I took was filled with his snowy-minty scent, and every stroke of his hand through my hair calmed something broken in me. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to leave. If I could pause time, I would do it right here, in this moment, wrapped in him.

Ares placed a soft kiss on my hair. "You know we're eventually going to have to get up from this bed, right? ...