"Did you see his face? He was probably wondering how you shot those darts without looking," I said, gathering the plates to the sink. "I don't think John is ever gonna set that booth again, knowing someone like you lurks."
When I didn't get a response, I threw a look over my shoulder. "What?"
I pondered what was going through Ares' mind as he scrutinized me like a predator stalking its prey. The entire dinner he did.
I blushed, facing the dishes, cursing when I saw the sink was faulty again. I crouched to check the little spill of water. I shot up to my feet too quickly, yelping when Ares was suddenly behind me.
"Get the toolbox."
"T-Toolbox?" I stuttered. "Wait, you can't be serious right now…"
He wasn't joking.
Skeptical, I rushed to get it. When I got back, Ares took the box, taking what he needed. He crouched and lay down on his back, his face completely hidden under.
Look, I love the view, especially that obvious rise in his jeans that outlined like a snake, but...!
