Ares orders, "Sit," as he takes his own seat. To be truthful, this experience resembled being called to the principal's office. I felt restless and unable to remain seated. I continued to fidget slightly in anxiety. Ares appeared as though he had just stepped out of the shower. His hair was still wet, and for the first time since I met him, he was dressed casually.

He wore a t-shirt that highlighted his muscular arms and a pair of jeans. The clothes may not have suited him perfectly, but I had to acknowledge that he looked good both in clothes and without it.

"You just arrived here a few hours...