Page 3 of Through My Window
But then it happens. Ares’s head snaps up, and he sees me. Those beautiful blue eyes meet mine, and my world stops. He and I have never made direct eye contact. Without meaning to, I blush immediately, but I can’t look away.
Ares arches an eyebrow, and his gaze is as cold as ice. “Do you need something?”
His voice lacks any emotion. I swallow, struggling to find my voice. His look paralyzes me. How can someone so young be so intimidating?
“I . . . Hi,” I almost stutter. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me, making me more nervous. I grip the edge of my windowsill. “I-I—your music woke me up.”
I’m talking to Ares.
God, don’t faint, Raquel. Breathe.
“You have a good ear. Your room is quite far.”
That’s it? He’s not going to apologize for waking me up? He returns his attention to the laptop and continues typing on it. I twist my lips in irritation. After a few minutes, he notices that I haven’t moved, and he looks back at me, lips pursed.
“Do you need something?” he repeats with an air of annoyance.
That gives me the courage to speak. “Actually, yes. I wanted to talk to you.”
He makes a gesture for me to continue.
I frown. “Are you using my Wi-Fi?”
“Yes.” He didn’t even hesitate to answer.
“Without my permission?”
“Yes.”
God, his audacity is infuriating. “You shouldn’t do that.”
“I know.” He shrugs, showing me how little he cares.
“How do you have my password?”
“I have good computer skills.”
“You mean you obtained it in some fraudulent way.”
“I hacked into your computer.”
“And you can say that so calmly?”
“Honesty is one of my best qualities.”
“You’re an . . .” He waits for my insult, but his sharp gaze affects my mind, and I can’t think of anything creative, so I go for the traditional: “You’re an idiot.”
His lips curve upward in a small smile. “What an insult! I thought you’d be more creative after discovering your password.”
My cheeks heat up, and I can only imagine how red I must be. He knows my password. My frustrating childhood crush knows my ridiculous Wi-Fi password. I’m doomed.
“No one was supposed to know about it.” I lower my head. Ares closes his laptop and focuses on me, amused.
“I know a lot of things about you that I shouldn’t know, Raquel.” Hearing him say my name sends butterflies to my stomach. I try to stay cool.
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Like those websites you visit when everyone else is asleep.”
