The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

touch gives me.
“You know,” she says. “Tonight is the first night in years that the three of us will all be spending
the night here. We should play some board games or something.”
Ares wraps his arm around me and shakes his head. “Perhaps some other night,” he tells her,
before turning to me. “I’m pretty tired.” The way he smirks at me tells me he’s not tired at all, and I
suspect Hannah knows it. “How about we head to bed?”