My first real taste of rejection stung far harder than I could have imagined.
What Ares had said to me made perfect sense; his point was valid and I could see that he meant it.
He wasn’t using it as an excuse - he was worried that I would end up feeling afraid of him, because he knew there were some things that got to me, and he had realized that might cause me issues I had not even considered myself.
Understanding his reasoning didn’t change the fact my throat was tight and my vision was blurred because I was on the verge of tears.
I knew that I was upset over something stupid; the man I loved was trying to stop me going through something distressing and I was about to cry about it.
That made me feel like a spoiled child. I had no right to expect him to sleep with me every time I d
