Eleanor's eyes yearned for the rich wine in Ares' hand, then shifted to her own glass of juice, its dullness magnified by comparison. Her lips pursed in a playful pout, feigning discontent.
"Seriously, you're depriving me of wine?" she had to ask.
Ares' eyes crinkled as he smiled. "I want to keep your... spirited side exclusive to me."
Eleanor's laughter was music to the surrounding crowd. "You are ridiculous."
Ares shrugged, taking a sip of his wine. His lips gleamed with wine's traces and he licked them. "Deal with it."
Eleanor's eyes dwelled on his throat as he swallowed, the movement sending a shiver down her spine. His silver eyes flashed with seduction, and she blushed, hastily looking away to take a sip of her juice, the cool liquid offering little respite from the warmth spreading through her.
