Thomas's POV
He asks, pulling me back towards him slightly.
I can barely hold back the sigh of relief that comes with being so close to him, calming the itching and burning of my skin where my clothes touch.
I don't want their touch, I want his and the thought almost has me wacking Ares upside the head.
Stupid ,cocky, rude, Enchanted asshole turning my brain to human teenage girl mush.
"I know them, so let go." I say trying to pull away from his iron grip on my jacket.
I huff when I'm unable to, finally beginning to understand how Chloe felt when I did this to her.
"Stop moving and stay here." Ares grunts. At this point I'm getting increasingly pissed off, the arrogant son of a bitch just met me and already he acts like he owns me.
