First, Ares's eyes widened in surprise, searching hers for any hint of hesitation or doubt. But instead, Eleanor's arms slowly wrapped around his neck, her smile inviting.
"I think you should hurry," she whispered shyly. "I'm starting to feel very cold."
Ares chuckled, his ruby eyes deepening to a richer shade, burning with desire. He gently brushed his nose against hers, sensing her holding her breath. He leaned back, taking in the sight of her bright crimson face.
"Breathe, little bird,"
It was then that Eleanor realized she'd been holding her breath, enchanted by his proximity. He seemed oblivious to the effect he had on her at the moment. And as she tried to obey his gentle command to breathe, he leaned in closer once more. Her breath caught again.
"One kiss, Ares," she whispered, her voice low, weak, subdued.
