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I looked down at his fingers dipping inside my waistband just enough to touch my bare skin. “Are you?”
“Not minutely. You were gone a little over twenty-four hours, yet it felt like days.”
“Twenty-four hours is nothing compared to how long you were in Mexico, then in Felixstowe.”
He looked into my eyes. “Are you saying you missed me?”
“Honestly”—I took a deep breath, knowing it was time I opened up—“very much.”
He leaned in closer. “Let me ask you something.”
“Go on,” I whispered.
“Will I have to forget tonight’s conversation when I wake up tomorrow?”
“Have you actually forgotten any of them?”
“Not a single word.”
I closed the distance between us, wrapped my arm around his neck, and kissed him. The hand that had been on my waist grabbed my arse and pulled the lower half of my body flush with his.
Seeing Mayhem only moments ago had been a stark awakening for me. There was nothing similar in the way I’d felt for him and how I felt about Ares.
What he and I had wasn’t about a quick shag. We yearned for each other, missed one another when we were apart, and most importantly, there was a mutual respect that belied sexual attraction alone.
He cupped my cheek with his free hand and deepened our kiss. Moments later, he pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. “We should join the others.”
“We should.”
“Wren will probably be knocking on the door—”
“Nem? Is everything okay?”
I had to bite the inside of my cheek and bury my head in Ares’ shoulder to stop myself from laughing out loud at her timing.
“We’ll be right out,” Ares finally responded since I was still giggling too much to speak.
I finally stopped, wiped the tears from my eyes, and opened the door.
“Oh my God,” she said, grabbing my arm. “I knew it.”
“What?”
“You’re crying.”
I shook my head, and my giggles returned. “Seriously, Wren, I don’t even know who you are anymore. You can’t see I’m laughing?”
She folded her arms. “What’s funny?”
“Nothing. You had to be there.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Ares, could you excuse us for a minute?”
“Sure,” he said, brushing past us, still laughing as well.
I put my hands on Wren’s arms and looked into her eyes. “I need you to listen to me. I don’t care about Mayhem. Not even a little. Okay?”
She raised a brow.
“I mean it. Could not possibly care less. So, please, let’s stop this nonsense.”
