One year later

Rose 17

Ares 21

If bliss could be defined it was how Ares and Rose molded into a soul.

It was a need, a want, a desperate plea that escaped Rose when Ares touched her, even though his feel against her skin was innocent and pure, Rose could not help but bow down her head infront of god, praying every second of her life, thanking and expressing her gratitude that Ares loved her the way he did.

She could feel his presence among thousands of people and the way her body trembled, fire igniting inside her was proof enough that when his arms encircled her waist she...