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Max and I walk together to get a closer look. He’s paying attention to each one, checking them off his clipboard as they arrive. I helped organize the bracket for the chariot race, but Max is in charge of keeping it organized today. Not that I mind stepping up if needed.
Walking up to the chariots feels like looking behind the scenes of a parade. Most of the houses have painted their chariots with the colors that represent their fraternities or sororities. Some have added extra decorations, making it truly look like a float for a parade.
“Kyra!” Beth calls out as I cross the courtyard.
Her dark curls are in cute, messy space buns. All three of my sorority sisters are wearing these elaborate gold leaf headpieces. I smile as I walk over to them and look at our house’s chariot.
It’s been painted white with gold accents. Our Greek letters are painted pink on the sides. I love it. They were adding the second coat yesterday evening when I went to bed, completely exhausted. I’ve been moving non-stop since the day before the games began.
“This looks great.” I run my finger over the gold and notice how it has a metallic sheen to it. “This is our last event.”
“Who is winning?” one girl asks.
The activities are still being tallied. Although, even if I knew the answer, I wouldn’t tell them.
“Whoever is having the most fun, clearly,” Beth answers for me.
In truth, it doesn’t matter who wins. Not to me. Looking out at how everything came together, it was better than I imagined. No matter who wins, it already felt like we had. It felt like I had.
* * *
“How did it go?”Ares groans out between kisses.
I’d barely sat my bag down and he was on me. The door slammed shut and then he was pulling me into his arms. His hands frame my face as he lifts me up. I wrap my arms and legs around him.
“Good—” I barely reply, our lips fusing together.
“I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I cling to him, and his mouth finds mine again.
“I want to get you pregnant.”
My hands grip his shoulders, and I freeze. I pull back just enough to search his face. His eyes are dark, focused.
“Not right now,” he murmurs. It almost sounds like a lie. “But soon. I want you full of me.”
“I—Ares, I’m still in school.” It comes out breathless.
He’s got to be joking. We’re not having a baby while I’m in school. Wait, he wants a baby with me?
Ares’s hands roam over me as he lets me down slowly. I think I’m too shocked to move. His mouth caresses my neck and shoulder with soft kisses.
“Next year, during your last year. You’ll still graduate. I’ll take care of everything,” he whispers as his hands roam down my body. “We’ll have everything.” He lifts me up and then I feel him pressing into me.
When the fuck did he take off my panties?
“We’ll have everything we want.” He sinks himself into me.
I can’t think. I can’t argue, not when he makes me feel like this. He’s crazy but I must be too. Crazy in love.
Chapter Twenty-Six
ARES
Kyra has spent the first half of the day barely leaving the chaise lounge. The only time she wasn’t sitting on it was when I made lunch and we sat at the table together, her eyes were still glued to a book during that time. She’s stretched out with a pink and white checkered blanket across her and her laptop on her lap.
Her finals are next week and I admire her dedication to her studies. It wasn’t until recently I learned how much we have in common. History was just the start of it. We both have an obsession with ancient history and art.
