Page 106 of Inked Desires
“Where are we getting married? Here, in Maple Creek, or somewhere else?”
He just smiled, grabbed a pencil, and dove back into one of his drawings.
I quickly understood I wouldn’t get any information.
And strangely… I’m not anxious.
Maybe I should be stressed about not knowing, but no.
Because it’s Ares.
And Ares knows exactly what he’s doing.
So, I wait.
Weeks pass, then months.
As the date nears—well, I suppose it’s near—I catch Ares spending more time on the phone. He disappears for a few hours here and there, claiming he has things to handle.
I watch him, amused.
He thinks I don’t notice, but I know him too well.
He’s focused, absorbed, and even if his face stays impassive, I know he’s taking this seriously.
One day, I come home and find a suit hanging on our bedroom door.
I blink, perplexed.
“Ares?”
He comes out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips, completely relaxed.
“Are you going to tell me what that is, or should I guess?” I ask, pointing at the suit.
He grabs a water bottle from the dresser and takes a sip before answering,
“You should try it on.”
I stare at him, incredulous.
He finally meets my eyes, a sly smile pulling at his lips.
“Tomorrow.”
My heart skips a beat.
“What, tomorrow?”
He steps closer, places his hands on my hips, and simply murmurs against my lips,
“Tomorrow, we get married.”
It’s the big day.
I stand in front of the mirror, palms sweaty, heart pounding way too fast to be normal.
I should be calmer, right? After all, it’s Ares. There’s no reason to be nervous. Yet, as I adjust my bow tie, my fingers tremble slightly.
