The metal racket stopped, and Ares used the creeper to roll out from under the tractor, bracing his hand for support.
Oh. Dear. Lord.
Ares was shirtless, sweaty all over like he had just had a shower. He looked bigger, almost as if his muscles had gained more mass because of the work.
There were grease stains all over his chest, hands, arms, and a little on his face. His hand was messy and wet, adding more fuel to that sexy look.
He looked like your typical mechanic, the kind you would drool over and watch all day as he gifted you with a sight worth drowning.
I couldn't take my eyes off him as he stood to his full height and rolled his neck.
His jeans hung low, and the V-line was notable. I dragged my gaze to his solid abs, hard as rocks, his sweat mixing with the grease, making it look like his tattoo was melting. The artistic display of a snake moving within a skull, coming to life.
