Living with Ares wasn't as terrible as Eliza originally thought. He was still annoying, but he kept to himself more than usual. She was sure it had something to do with Teel and his gang prepping for, well, that's what they didn't know. Ares didn't seem much like himself. He looked trapped inside his head. He'd tell her eventually, she supposed.

Eliza walked out of her bedroom, still in her pajamas, to find Ares staring at the television in a lounging position on the couch. He had a blanket resting over his waist revealing his bare calves and torso. She rolled her eyes at the sight and poured herself a bowl of cereal. She sat at the table, sure to avoid looking at the man in her living room. It didn't work very long. Ares soon joined her at the table with a mug of coffee. She glanced at him, noting he didn't bother putting on a shirt. He had that damned smirk on his face again that made her scowl. She looked at her breakfast.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Donovan sent us a new bounty head today."

"Okay. Are you sure it's a good idea right now?" Eliza dropped her spoon in her empty bowl.

He shrugged, "Why not? We're more likely to be found if we don't go back to hunting."

Eliza wasn't convinced.

"Teel and his merry men will take their time coming for us, Lizzy. Hunting in the meantime will be practice. Do you want to have a chance to survive if you plan on meeting them head-on?"

She stared at him, noticing his hands hide away into his pajama pockets. "You're only saying that to make me agree."

"Maybe." He took a sip of his coffee, eyeing her. Those golden eyes were intense over the cup's brim.

Thousands of words to say filled Eliza's mind, but the only one that left her lips was the sound of agreement.

"I told you we'd be fine," Ares said, strolling into the apartment. "You really should trust me more, Lizzy."

"Can you please just call me Eliza?"

He ignored her. Ares proceeded to walk toward her room. He tossed his shirt into his room along the way. "Do you need the shower?"

Eliza wanted to protest, but he already walked into her room. He'd used the shower before, but Eliza made sure to clean up anything he didn't need to see. She didn't get a chance to before they left. She chased him into the room.

He was already in the bathroom, his pants just laying on her floor. She glanced around and relaxed seeing nothing private left out. She sat on her bed and sighed. Eliza's eyes drifted to his jeans in a pile. Ares made himself at home so easily. With a sigh, she picked them up tossed them into his room with his discarded shirt. She hoped he had something to cover up with once he finished. Eliza would never admit it to his face, but he was nice to stare at. She just didn't want to see all of him on accident or on purpose.

She went back to her room to gather her change of clothes and was shocked to see Ares already finished with a towel wrapped around his waist. She froze. His hair, darker with the water, was a mess and his skin glistened. His eyes were bright and pleased when he noticed the woman still at the doorway. She wasn't totally immune to men.

"Shower’s free."

Eliza swallowed and shook her head. She refused to meet his gaze as she bustled around her room for her clothes. His chuckle gave goosebumps. They didn't leave even after she brushed past him and slammed the door behind her.

Instead of going back to his room, Ares lounged back on her bed. He listened to the water hitting the wall and Eliza's body. Eyes closed, he waited. As soon as the shower kicked off, he stood and positioned himself in the doorway, his arms casually holding his weight as he leaned close to the door. Ares brushed his wet hair from his face. His heart racing with excitement.

The door opened. Eliza crashed into his solid chest, shouted, and took a few steps back. Her eyes hardened realizing she ran into Ares. Her already warm cheeks grew warmer. Damn him.

"Go get dressed," she said.

He stared at her.

Eliza's mouth went dry. She held her bundle of dirty clothes closer to her chest. Ares neared her and she backed away.

"Cut it out or I'll put you out of here."

He took another step. She took one back.

Eliza kept threatening him even after he trapped her between his body and the bathroom counter. His arms were on either side of her as he leaned closer. Her breath hitched as his face drew near. She put her hand against his mouth to stop him. The gaze he had shifted to amusement before he straightened up and left the room. No words. Just a smirk and the gentlest kiss to the palm of her hand before she could pull it away. Her hand tingled. She flexed it a few times, trying to catch her breath. Foul names for the man left her muttering lips.