Page 31 of Through My Window
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I say, hiding my hand.
I run for my life and lock myself in the bathroom. I wash my hands and look at my reflection in the mirror. “What in the world just happened?” I ask myself in a whisper.
Part of me can’t believe it. Ares and I just gave each other some pretty good orgasms right next to his sleeping brother. I’m thankful my bed is large enough that there was considerable distance between us and Apolo while it was all happening.Poor Apolo!
I point to my reflection in the mirror. “Who are you, and what did you do with my innocent self?”
Perhaps there never was an innocent self.
Regaining my composure and my missing morals, I decide to go out and face the Greek god.
TWELVE
The Conversation
I realize that the Greek God nickname fits Ares perfectly, especially after seeing him naked.
I saw Ares naked. I touched him. I saw him come. Am I dreaming? Maybe I got too drunk and it’s one of those crazy, vivid, drunken dreams.
As I walk out of the bathroom, I mentally thank Ares for getting dressed, but I find it strange that he has put everything on. His shirt, his pants, his shoes. Is he leaving? My heart twists a little when he doesn’t even turn to look at me. He’s too busy typing on his phone, sitting in my desk chair.
“Who are you texting at this hour?”
“That’s not your problem, Raquel.”
And there I stand, feeling superuncomfortable. What should I do? Or say? After a few seconds, Ares lifts his eyes from his phone and glances at me. I swallow, fiddling with my hands in front of me.
Really, Raquel? After you’ve done all that with him, you’re this nervous?
My conscience is an idiot.
“I’m leaving.” Ares stands up, sticking his phone into the back pocket of his pants. My heart sinks in my chest. “When Apolo wakes up, tell him to jump the fence and enter through the back door, I’ll leave it open for him.”
“I thought it wasn’tappropriateto sleep with a man alone,” I joke, but Ares doesn’t smile.
“It’s not, but it’s your room, your life. It has nothing to do with me.”
Okay, this guy is moody. He arrived annoyed, then he was tender, then sexual, and now he’s back to being cold.
“Is something wrong?”
Ares walks to the window. “No.”
Oh no, you won’t leave. You won’t leave here with that attitude without explaining what’s wrong with you. You won’t leave me with a feeling of having been used that is eating away at my heart.
I catch up to him and stand in front of him, blocking the window. “What’s wrong with you now, Ares?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“Yes, something is wrong with you. Your sudden mood swings are giving me a headache.”
“And your drama is bothering me. That’s why I’m leaving.”
“Drama?”
He points between us. “This drama.”
“I hadn’t even said anything to you until I saw that you were about to leave.”
