His dimples appeared slightly.
“Just not mine.”
I slid off his lap quickly.
“I’m not ready to show my face as yours.”
I walked over to the vanity mirror.
The girl staring back at me looked like someone who’d survived too much.
Ares stood behind me a second later.
His arms wrapped around my waist slowly.
My body tensed.
Then, slowly, I relaxed.
I hated powerful men.
Always had.
But something about him made my chest feel different.
Unsteady.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly.
I shook my head. “You’re lying. I have too many flaws.”
“I see the flaws you see.”
I looked at him through the mirror.
“My teeth.”
“We’ll fix them.”
“I want to grow my hair.”
“We’ll grow it.”
“I need to gain weight.”
“Then we eat.”
I sighed.
“I have black circles under my eyes.”
“Then we sleep.”
I hesitated.
“I need a new wardrobe.”
His lips curved.
