A moment of weakness

After Ares kissed me, I ran to my room, the door slamming shut behind me. My heart pounded in my chest as I locked the door, needing the barrier between us, needing a moment to think. My hands were shaking, the adrenaline from our encounter still coursing through my veins.

I leaned against the door, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The taste of his kiss lingered on my lips, and I could still feel the heat of his touch. My thoughts swirled in a chaotic dance, and I found it hard to focus on any one thing.

How had it come to this? How had I let my walls down so quickly? Ares had barged into my life, breaking through the barriers I had so carefully constructed. At first, I had hated him for it. I hated the way he sauntered in with that arrogant smile, acting as if he belonged in my world. I remembered the first time I saw him, his presence dominating the room, his confidence infuriating yet magnetic. His very being seemed to challenge everything I stood for.

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