Dreams Outgrow Rooms Built From Other Peoples Fears by Niro Mason 162

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I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. I rested my chin against it and met with a sleeping Ares. 

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I don’t think I have ever gotten a chance to see him like this. This sight completely transforms everything. The cold, impenetrable Devil slept like a normal person. 

I rest on my elbow, stretching my hand to brush aside the strands of his hair falling on his forehead, but he doesn’t stir. 

He’s deep in sleep. 

I don’t think Ares sleeps that much; he either stays awake to answer calls for work or he just straight–up ignores sleep. 

It was nice that he was finally having leisure, maybe that’s why he comes here yearly for 

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work, but I don’t fully have a picture of his private business; I had an idea it might be cumbersome or worse. 

My thumb stroked his cheek gently, feeling the roughness of a stubble. My heart was heavy, which caused my entire body to feel like there was a stone holding me down. It’s depressing because I know where it stems from. 

Damn Tori. 

I hated that she was right, and I hated the fact that I could tell. She claimed what I felt for Ares was a different kind, which was why I couldn’t recognize it. 

After what happened between us last night, the intense intimacy that didn’t originate from just desires, but the sense that we could speak with our souls, that connection. 

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Did Ares feel it too? 

There was always this magnetic pull towards him, even when we were just boss and secretary. Everything started as hate. I hated his guts, yet we blended well, worked as if our souls could 

communicate. 

I knew when to move and when to discern. 

The other secretaries didn’t last because they didn’t understand Ares or how complex he was, and most of them probably pursued a relationship with him. 

All I had in mind was trying to keep my job because I knew money was everything to me, so I poured my heart and soul into it. Inevitably, I became the devil’s secretary and worked in hell. 

I rested my chin back on his chest, still eyeing Ares, making sure I kept this picture in my brain so that I could think of it later. 

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I broke the rule, Ares. 

It’s laughable that I feel this way right now, but there was no use calling myself stupid or dumb for ending up this way. In the end, we don’t get to choose who we love. 

I have only had one love, and it broke my heart. I told myself I won’t lean towards it anymore, that I was done with it, but there was no way to control the heart because it was one function that just acts on its own, just like when I had my first kiss with Dan… I was the one who acted on impulse, it was once pure, genuine and bright before it got corrupted. 

This with Ares was different; it was the blackest of blackest and probably something I shouldn’t accept no matter what, but I can’t even control my own heart or body. 

I rolled out of bed, taking the sheets with me, and they clung to my body, just enough to cover my 

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boobs as I walked to the doors. The view of the 

sea was present, and the first break of dawn colored the skies on the horizon. 

I wonder when it started. These feelings… that didn’t feel as fresh as I hoped them to be or foreign. 

Was it the day I stared into cold blue eyes, lingering when I shouldn’t? 

It was my first interview, and Ares did it personally. I could recall walking through the doors, trying to stay composed, but I messed it up, stuttering and repeatedly adjusting my glasses. 

Ares didn’t take his eyes off me the entire time, watching me with far more intensity. I was told he never spared anyone a glare and that people were a heavy nuisance, so I wonder why my own situation was completely different. I never got the answer to that question. 

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I opened the doors and stepped out, letting the sheets fall off. I got in the pool and skinny–dipped. 

I was beneath for a few seconds before I got out, eyes closed and taking my wet hair backwards, when I opened my eyes, Ares was present. Look who I thought was deep in sleep. 

I swam to shore, using the stairs to come up. 

He came to me and took my waist, and I chewed the inside of my mouth at the contact of his skin against mine. I’m still sore all over, and my brain was finally registering the aches all at once. 

“You should be resting…” 

“I’m fine, just sore,” I replied, unable to meet his eyes, fearing he might see the emotions I wasn’t sure I could hide. 

“I’m starving, but it’s late, and Lily can’t come,” I said, hoping to shift the mood. “Is there a um… 

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quick snack around here or something?” 

“I can make you something.” 

“Really?” 

A faint smile found his lips. “There’s a kitchen here.” 

“There is?” 

I was under the impression that the food was transported, given how isolated this resort was. 

“Yes.” He led me back inside. “Wear something, the weather is a bit cold.” 

Ares grabbed a pair of shorts to wear before coming to me with a towel to dry my hair. 

My heart raced even though it shouldn’t have, watching him concentrate so deeply on the simplest yet unlikely action. 

I want to remind myself that this care was all about the contract, but I couldn’t find it in me to 

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accept it. I truly wanted it to be from his heart… that Ares cares enough to tend to me after sex, bathe me, apply ointment, massage the sore areas, and feed me. 

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Was that too much to ask? 

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