Ares kisses me again, his body pushing mine against the wall with a small noise at the back of his throat that's halfway between a kiss and a growl. Even my body doesn't address the pain that must come with it, like my uncle and cousin never touched me.

His large hands grab my thighs again, lifting me up so I wrap my legs around him once again. I do it without thinking, not even realizing this feeling in my chest is nowhere close to new.

Is this what that look was all about?

This could be such a mess, but Dio, it feels too good to simply stop. And the truth is, I'm too scared to stop, to let him pull away. Right now, I don't even want to breath. Who would breath if they could be doing this instead?

"Mars-" His lips steal my words, demanding more of me just as I demanded more of him. "I'm...sorry."

At this Ares pauses, his mouth just resting over mine, waiting. "Stop apologizing Ev." Then the waiting is over, and I'm being kissed again.

I guess I can assume he doesn't hate me anymore.

Pulling away from him is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, but my bottom lip started throbbing and my lungs were demanding oxygen. 

How do I tell him this made me afraid of him? 

Now he has a whole new power over me, one no one has had before. One I had already given him long ago that he's just realizing he can use.

"I love you too," Ares whispers against me, and I'm not so afraid anymore.

Don't believe him Everly, you're unloveable.

"After you move back in, you're telling me everything. Then I'm going to find those motherfuckers."

"What if they hurt you?" I ask, him being my main concern. "What if you want me to leave again or you find out something else and get mad? I don't want to hurt you again. And you're a really good kisser."

"What does that have to do with anything?" The giant asks, pulling us slightly off topic.

"Well..." I blush slightly, controlling my voice. "It makes you really hard not to kiss and I don't think you'd liked to be kissed a lot, or at all, or if this is a weird one time thing. So...um. Hi?"

"Hi." Ares replies, lips tugging up just a fraction. "And god Ev, you saw how I look at you, I kissed you, I have you against a wall right this second and you're still doubting me? How oblivious can that beautiful, big, smart brain of yours be?"

"I'm not oblivious! You always have me against a wall or something, why would that be important? People kiss for the wrong reasons all the time and I know you tried really hard to hate me, and you didn't like when I told you I loved you the first time. You despised me for it. I just don't want you to leave me, just please don't leave me." My words come rushed, making him frown. "I really just want to go home -I want to get good sleep. I miss you, and I miss Blink and I have no idea how to function at college without you. And I want to work, but I want to work with you. My medicine keeps getting renewed and I can't care enough to pick them up, but I'd really try so I don't make you uncomfortable at all. Ares, I-"

Turning away from him I close my eyes, hating admitting things out loud.

Yet he always seems to pull these secrets from me.

"I just want to feel safe again." Is what I tell him. "I don't want to feel so...gone."

Don't worry, I'm gone.

"Then when do you want to put all your stuff back home and go there. Any day works, I want you to be safe Ev." Ares says, hands not touching me anymore but still keeping me trapped.

"I want to go there right now. I'm not good at decisions like this Mars, just whenever is the best, soonest and most convenient time for you." I attempt a small smile, and after being kissed like I just was its a successful attempt. "Is that okay?"

"More than okay."

"You fucking idiots! How many times have I told you not to fuck with her shit?" Says a dreamy voice from behind me, I nearly tensed but Blink's now heavy body curled up against my waist kept me from doing so. He's one of the only things I'm aware of, other than I know I'm home. "Is that all there is?"

"Yeah," Someone, one of the twins, mumble sourly. "Can't we stay? We won't bother Peyton at all."

"No. Ev is already asleep on the couch and I won't want any of you in her room."

At this point I wake up, hearing the tension and conflict in the room. But I wake up with a stupid squeak and a yawn, wrapping my arm tighter around Blink. "Mars?" I question softly, barely able to speak through how exhausted I am. "Let them stay."

The twins celebrate, thanking me, but I'm already too far gone to give them a proper response.

Within a month I've gotten everything together and moved, today is the last day of unpacking.

Ares has me back on my meds, and it's really messing with me. Usually I feel like hell when I miss more than a day. Right now I feel a little numb, a little odd, a lot tired and a lot more okay than a month ago.

Me and him haven't defined our relationship, we haven't kissed again -something I want to do.

Would that make him uncomfortable?

Before I know it I'm trapped in a state of fake blank thoughts and a sleep mind, a thousand questions and no questions at all moving through me. I have no idea how else to describe it, then feeling everything if I was awake but right now feeling nothing at all.

"Ev? Can you hold Blink?" At his comforting deep voice I yawn, my arms looping around the little blondie. "Is it okay if Conner sleeps in your room?"

"He can...he can sempre sleep over here if he wants." I slowly reply, one of my hands gripping Ares's shirt while he picks me up.

"Uh..." When the giant makes this noise, I can feel it in his chest. "What does sempre mean?"

"That was a terrible accent." Logan calls from where I was on the couch, and I blink over at him to see Monster cautiously stepping towards the dumb blond like he's the monster. We ignore him.

"Always." My response is nearly cut off with another yawn, and then I continue it. "Unless you say sempre amore mio, the...the 'R' is rolled more."

"What does that mean? And Conner, her room is fine for the night."

"Always my...my love." I say, holding to him tighter. "Your room?"

"Yeah." Ares says, arms flexing around me as well pass through his doorway.

"But there's no storms." I murmur, my face against his chest. "Wait, did I just jinx it?"

"No, it's okay, it won't storm. Do you need to be afraid for me to be close to you?" The giant seems genuinely curious about my answer.

"In the past." Is what I give him, and can feel him frown though I don't see it. I bet his hazel eyes are giving me that one look that makes my stomach flip without him even knowing it.

"Well don't think like that now." Ares says, though my eyes close I know he's still looking at me.

"I...I won't." I murmur.

Once again I woke up after Ares, and climbed out of my bed to go in the kitchen to get straight to making coffee. And once again I'm just in one of my tank tops and a stupid sports bra, legs fully exposed as I expect that I'm safe to do this -Ares is respectful.

Pretty sure that he regrets kissing me, since he hasn't done it again and its been nearly two weeks since I've moved in.

Then a wolf whistle goes through the air, twisting around I gasp and drop the empty coffee cup -the porcelain shatters at my feet making a small scream escape me.

With wide eyes I gape at the brown eyed, brown haired, as tall as Valentino's 6'3 self, smirking, eyeing my entire body with lust, man. He...he kind of looks like-

"Ares!" I find myself yelling before I can help myself, knowing I can't move because of the sharp shards under me but feeling more than threatened. "Mars!"

"That's some creative names there, chica."

"Non mi sento al sicuro!" I shout, one of the few things I've successfully taught Ares in Italian is me telling him I don't feel very safe, or safe at all. It stuck, so when I'm honestly scared and go back to my native tongue I can at least tell him that.

"Who the fuck is in my apartment?" Ares nearly growls, slamming his bedroom door open.

"You know, your brother." The guy says, completely unfazed. He's still looking at me in that way, making me completely uncomfortable and I'm sure I resemble a deer caught in the head lights. A half naked deer anyways. "Otherwise known as Saint, for gorgeous girls such as-"

"Finish that fucking sentence, I fucking dare you Santiago."

Brother? 

Ares only has one brother, and I happen to know both their full names -something I should get a medal for remembering.

"Wait," I say in a small voice, eyes on Ares's shoulders. "He's the Santiago from the Ares Sinn Nicolás Santiago Mateo Dante part of your name? Like he was named after you? Though his name is Santiago Mateo Julio Ricardo Dante, and you can't really tell he's named after you. Why do they call you a saint, you look like you do bad things..."

I trail off when he smirks, making me want to flinch.

Before I know what really happened, or how fast he managed to move, Ares is in front of me shucking his shirt off -literally forcing it over my head and pulling my arms through like a toddler, all while blocking his brother's view of me. I just stare at his sharp jaw, aware of it jumping in anger as I just blink at him.

"Ev," His hands move up to my head, cupping my cheeks as he attempts to make eye contact. I suck at eye contact. "Are you okay?" 

"Yes." I say, hands curling into the hem of his tank top -liking his low hanging grey sweatpants a little too much. "I don't...he looked at me. And I, it's not -it's not how you look at me. I don't...I don't like it."

It reminds me of Isen.

But I won't tell him that, seeing how mad he already looks at his brother.

Slowly, keeping me pinned back to chest to him, Ares glares at his brother, arm flexing at me. "What the fuck Saint?" His deep voice, bounces off the walls, sounding like the calm-mad he got when someone knocked me off my feet a party the twins dragged me to once. 

Not good, not good at all...but I'm safe.

Plus Ares pressed flush against me feels good and I can't help but to flush a little from the contact, remembering the kiss.

"What?" Santiago asks, his smirk still present as he cockily meets hazel eyes with his own brown ones. "She's hot."

I squeak, sinking into the giant even more. "I-I'm not."

"Don't think you've ever seen your ass from behind." Comes Santiago's snarky reply, making heat burn my cheeks. I don't like how he talks to me, and from how stiff Ares gets against me I can tell he doesn't either. "I came here because Mom knew you wouldn't come to the family reunion unless you were dragged -and she keeps asking when you'll bring that babe around again."

"Fucking hell," Ares says, moving one hand up to ruffle his hair. "I'll come with you, and I'll bring Everly, but I swear on Mom's life if you even look at her with that stupid smirk, or comment on her, or make her afraid, I will hurt you."

"Mars no." I say, frowning. He shouldn't hurt his brother over me.

"I will." He doesn't look down at me, just presses me closer to him. "Got that, Saint?"

"Got it, Sinn."

So the Saint part makes a little more sense now -and I remember Ares telling me he doesn't like his full name. Maybe the Sinn part is why.

I've met his mother before, twice, when Ares had her over at the apartment during the first year we were living together. The giant wasn't home when she showed up, and since she called him just "A." the entire time it took me awhile to catch on, having not had much conversations with Ares. We were up to small word exchanges, silent studying and him quietly holding me when I cried during movies. The second time was last year, right after we moved into this big apartment together and his mom wanted to meet me again. That time it was just four of us, me, Ares, his mother Camilla and his sister Nico, and dinner went really well -she dropped hints all night that we were secretly together and it had me red for the remainder of the night.

His sister's full name is Nicolettá Julia Angelina Nina Dante, which is where the Nicolás in Ares name and the Julio on Sanit's name comes from. She's older than Ares by two years, putting her at 24 -I remember Ares telling me Santiago is only a year younger than us, putting him at 21. They're his only siblings, and I'm so proud of myself for knowing about them.

And I know Ares definitely favors Nico over Saint, as he only let me meet her before.

Now I know why.

"Go get dressed." At his command frown at him, as he's never asked me to do that before. Or at least, not unless we were in a rush or I spilled something on myself. Ares just sighs, shaking his head. "Please."

"Okay..." I mutter, walking next to the wall to avoid Saint until I can cross the room away from him to get to my bed room.

For the first time that I can remember because of another person, I use the lock on my door and I know they both can hear it. I don't trust that man at all, I don't know why but I don't. He shouldn't be called Saint.

I've never even locked my door because of Logan and Conner,  I locked it once before that I can remember. I don't remember why but Ares wasn't here that night, and I didn't feel safe.

Mars has a key to my room, since it also unlocks the window to our shared balcony and he's accidentally locked himself out of his room before.

Goof ball.

Saint is, I don't know what he is but he isn't safe.

Coming out of my room, baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt over a long sleeve I feel more protected, I blink at Ares who's standing in my door frame -glaring at his brother who moves through his apartment judging everything he sees.

"I-I don't like..." I pause, not wanting to say him. I liked his sister, and don't want to be rude. "This."

Ares scoffs, standing straight. "Saint fuck off, I already agreed to go. No need to run your dirty hands all over the place."

"Oh?" Santiago questions, pretending not to smirk but I can see it in his brown eyes. "Didn't I tell you? I need a ride."

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