Ares' POV
Exiting the building, I relish in the soft wind that blows on my face. Though, I'm still pissed about my night and game being ruined, I can't say I'm complaining about the warm body wrapped around me. My steps are unhurried as I carry him through the streets, making sure to keep a ear out for those around us.
I think about starting a conversation but dammit if I know what to say. I might say the wrong thing that clears up this little Slip of his and it'll only give him a good reason to get rid of me. He takes the lead in starting the conversation, though I'm practically sweating bullets at the idea, not that he'll ever know.
