Good night, Sweet morning

Nazneen felt like she laying on a grass field on a warm summer day. No. She was floating on clouds, flying and basking in the soft rays of morning sun. No. Not even that. This is much more… she couldn't find the right words but it didn't matter. 

She curled her legs up, her stomach still fluttering as she rested her head on Ares's lap. She wasn't sure what this meant yet but she didn't want to spoil the moment by asking. Instead, she wanted to revel in this newfound intimacy between them and enjoy it as long as possible. 

As she hugged his thigh, she could feel Ares's hand gently stroking her hair, his fingers threading through the dark locks, brushing against her ear and the side of her neck. She closed her eyes with a sigh, hearing the fire crackle in the hearth, the steady rise and fall of his chest and feel the warmth of his body. 

Ares's fingers continued to play across her skin in a comforting way.  "You are not sleeping yet," he spoke softly.