Alyssa
The night was a very long and restless one. I barely got a few hours of sleep my mind spinning with a chaotic mix of dread for the next day and the haunting memory of the night before.
Every time I closed my eyes after I got back from the kitchen I felt it again—the hard warm wall of muscle, the strong arms catching me, and that voice.
That deep rumbling voice that seemed to vibrate right through my soul.
My cheeks burned just thinking about it feeling the embarrassment was sharp and dawning on me.
I hated to admit a flicker of heat a feeling of being turned on by his touch by the sheer power in his voice.
I didn’t even see his face and yet I felt more in that one dark moment than I had in years with Damon.
I hated that Ares still has that effect on me even after all these y
