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“I’m not afraid of your brother,” Carlos replies, standing up.
Apolo smiles and it’s not sweet, it’s that cheeky grin the Hidalgos wear when they don’t like something.
“You talk a lot about maturity, but you just provoked someone to make yourself look like the mature one and the victim. Who’s the one playing stupid games? I’ll be right back.”
He leaves through the same door as Ares. Regardless of who’s right, Apolo will always be on Ares’s side. They’re brothers after all.
The enigmatic Hidalgo brothers.
THIRTY-NINE
The Feeling
Since I got home from Ares’s house, I haven’t moved from my bed. It’s been a few hours now. Night has fallen, it’s cold, and it’s starting to rain. A part of me feels guilty, and I don’t know why. We did the right thing by leaving. Besides, we didn’t want a fight between Carlos and Ares.
The rain always puts me in such a melancholy mood. I sit in the semidarkness, and my small lamp gives everything a yellow hue. My eyes are on the window watching the raindrops fall. Rocky is next to me on the floor with his muzzle on his front paws.
The rain gets heavier, so I get up to close my window. The last thing I need is for my whole room to get wet. Every time I go near those curtains, I remember the first times I interacted with Ares. When I reach the window, my heart stops.
Ares is sitting in that chair where I first saw him. He’s leaning forward, his hands holding the back of his head, and his eyes are fixed on the ground.
I blink in case I’m imagining him, but Ares is still sitting there, rain pouring down on him. He’s soaking wet, and his white shirt clings to his body like a second skin. What the fuck is he doing? It’s fall, for God’s sake; he might catch a cold.
“What are you doing?” I shout.
I have to repeat it and raise my voice because the sound of the rain drowns it out. Ares lifts his head to look at me. The sadness in his eyes takes my breath away for a second, then a sweet smile forms on his lips.
“Witch.”
“What are you doing there? You’re going to get sick.”
“Are you worrying about me?”
Why do you seem so surprised that I am?
“Of course,” I don’t even think to answer. Somehow, I’m offended that he thinks I don’t care at all.
He doesn’t say anything, just looks away. Is he going to stay there?
“Do you want to come in?” I ask. Regardless of our current situation, I can’t just leave him there, looking so sad. I know something’s wrong with him.
“I don’t want to bother you.”
“You’re not bothering me, just behave while you’re here, and we’ll be fine.”
“Behave? What do you mean?”
“No seducing me and stuff.”
“Okay.” He raises his hand. “Word of a Greek god.”
He comes upstairs and as soon as he steps in my room, I realize that maybe this wasn’t a good idea for two reasons: one, because he looks fucking hot all wet, and, two, because he’s dripping all over my carpet.
“You have to take off those clothes.” He gives me a surprised look.
“I thought no seduction.”
I glance away. “You’re soaking wet. Don’t get any ideas! Take them off in the bathroom. I’ll see what I can find that fits you.”
