Page 106 of Inked Desires

“Where are we getting married? Here, in Maple Creek, or somewhere else?”

He just smiled, grabbed a pencil, and dove back into one of his drawings.

I quickly understood I wouldn’t get any information.

And strangely… I’m not anxious.

Maybe I should be stressed about not knowing, but no.

Because it’s Ares.

And Ares knows exactly what he’s doing.

So, I wait.

Weeks pass, then months.

As the date nears—well, I suppose it’s near—I catch Ares spending more time on the phone. He disappears for a few hours here and there, claiming he has things to handle.

I watch him, amused.

He thinks I don’t notice, but I know him too well.

He’s focused, absorbed, and even if his face stays impassive, I know he’s taking this seriously.

One day, I come home and find a suit hanging on our bedroom door.

I blink, perplexed.

“Ares?”

He comes out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips, completely relaxed.

“Are you going to tell me what that is, or should I guess?” I ask, pointing at the suit.

He grabs a water bottle from the dresser and takes a sip before answering,

“You should try it on.”

I stare at him, incredulous.

He finally meets my eyes, a sly smile pulling at his lips.

“Tomorrow.”

My heart skips a beat.

“What, tomorrow?”

He steps closer, places his hands on my hips, and simply murmurs against my lips,

“Tomorrow, we get married.”

It’s the big day.

I stand in front of the mirror, palms sweaty, heart pounding way too fast to be normal.

I should be calmer, right? After all, it’s Ares. There’s no reason to be nervous. Yet, as I adjust my bow tie, my fingers tremble slightly.