My pulse quickened at Ares' words. With shaky hands, I reached for the buttons, undid them one at a time until his chest stared back at me like an irresistible temptation.
I could never get used to this, and I'm stuck in a time loop where I fight myself for the urge to touch him, trace those fine muscles beneath my fingertip, and memorise every line.
But Ares' gaze chased those thoughts away. Is he testing me to see if I would touch him?
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I pulled his shirt off, and he let me, the white cloth dropping on the floor next to my dress. I moved my hands to his belt, unfastened it, and pulled it out.
I unzipped his pants and dragged them down to his feet. The warm floor pressed into my knees when I eyed his boxer briefs, and my stomach tightened as I pulled down on the band.
Holy….Is this what was inside me a few hours ago?
