Eleanor woke to a growling stomach, feeling unexpectedly famished. She sat up, pressing a hand to her stomach, oblivious to her nakedness under the duvet.
Glancing around the bed, her eyes widened as she realized she was alone. Memories of the previous night with Ares flooded back, making her squeal.
"You're finally awake," Ares said, emerging from the bathroom, wearing low-hung baggy pants and a towel slung over his bare shoulders.
Eleanor's face flamed as she stared at him. "I passed out," she whispered, mortified.
Ares chuckled, approaching her. "You had me worried." He kissed her forehead. "You didn't stir when I bathed you."
Eleanor's heart skipped a beat. She grabbed the towel from Ares' neck, covering her face. "I can't believe I passed out!" her muffled voice exclaimed, embarrassment evident.
