"Just what is going on with you all?"
At Ares' sharp voice and curt tone; I whipped around with excitement, my hair swinging with my action.
"Ares." Greeting him with a high pitch, I grinned at him.
But when my eyes fell on him...I stopped breathing.
He looked really, utterly, completely, wholly, totally, absolutely, out and out, thoroughly, entirely, flawlessly, downright.....haaaaa *deep inhale* ravishing.
My heart flat lined for a second and I was thankful I refused to the purse Florence was forcing me to.
I would have dropped it instantly.
My mate looked transcendentally handsome, dressed in a black turtleneck with black pants and a long, dark brown trench coat. His messily styled hair that looked perfect to run my hair through fell over his right eye.
The way his turtleneck hugged him made me wish I was that turtleneck. Or maybe I could be his strand. Or his watch that perfectly wrapped around his wrist. His belt too.
