Ares' POV
I ramble beating my head into the wall again.
"Just take a bag, be prepared, and hurry your ass up and get going before you're late and he has time to change his mind." Graves reminds me. I curse as I jump up from my position on the floor and scramble to my room. Once there, I pack and outfit for tomorrow, some sweats for tonight and a toothbrush. I don't want to overpack and embarrass myself any further. I sit down on the bed and lace up my black boots, hands steady despite how fast my mind is racing.
Once I'm done, I trudge out to the living room and throw my bag onto my shoulders. "If you're going to fuck, do it in the guest room."
"Live hard and fast." Graves says looking up at me to give a smile. A genuine smile that I haven't seen in his face in years. Cora seems to have brought out a softer side to Graves I've never seen before, if I wasn't so pent up, I'd give her a hug.
