NOAH'S POV

A tired yawn escaped my lips as I stretched, my muscles groaning in protest. I reached across the bed, expecting to find warmth, his warmth, but my fingers brushed against cold sheets. Ares was gone.

I sat up slowly, wincing at the dull ache between my legs. My thighs trembled from the hard thrusting. "Ow," I muttered to no one in particular. Then I glanced down. Ares’ oversized black long-sleeve shirt hung loosely on me, swallowing my figure.

Of course, he’d dress me. Probably ...