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My throat went dry, and I was suddenly nervous.
Tension went straight between my legs. I fidgeted and crossed my legs, instantly regretting this movement. Rubbing all the wrong places, or maybe all the right places. The man’s gaze fell there. Where my bum is connected to my chair.
Hades help me.
Immortals will be the end of me.
That didn’t accomplish what I had hoped. Holding it for only a moment before sliding to my now tightly crossed legs. Getting tighter each second. Eyes sliding up my body. Only snagging on the curves of my body. The fire pooled low in my stomach.
My eyes darted to Artemis who broke the silence, “Sorry, we were leaving.”
“Hmm, your friend says otherwise,” replies Apollo. Peering over my shoulder, I find the dark-haired woman behind us. Who pulls on Artemis’s arm.
Friend, ha ha. He doesn’t know but this isn’t for me to tell him what’s obviously in front of him. A realization that he is blind to.
Artemis’s face is riddled with conflict.
“Sister, go have fun. We will catch up soon.” Apollo nods. Persuading a goddess is a dangerous game.
“Fine, don’t you get any ideas with her,” threatens Artemis.
Apollo raises his hand, “God’s honor.”
I snort. Apollo shoots me a look, urging me to be quiet but I can’t contain my laughter.
“Artemis,” begged the dark-haired goddess. “Come dance with me.” She shoots the petite goddess a pleading look. Wide doe like eyes staring at her partner.
“Yes Artemis. Go have fun with your friend,” stoically, he watches me.
Apollo does not look at his sister, instead his eyes are focused on me. Passionate and strong emotions flow in between us.
Suspiciously, Artemis eyes her brother. “She better remain uninjured. If you let her get hurt, I'll go ballistic on you.” Flipping him an ‘I'm watching you’ gesture before the goddess allows herself to be pulled away by the other woman.
The God of the Sun wasn’t listening to her. Not her threats, not her harsh demeanor.
Gods, I feel like he is peering into my soul right now. Drinking in my entire appearance.
Can gods see through clothes? Dear Gaia, I don’t want to know.
Maybe that's why there are so many stories of the gods and their lovers.
Each long gaze of his fills me up. It’s a reminder of how empty I feel. How trapped and alone. I want to be loved. To feel full.
The thought of him touching me makes me anticipate him more. Him filling me up.
He may be the most handsome man that I have ever seen. A blush that was already burning down my face, spreading across even my ears.
I break eye contact and turn away, acting engrossed into my drink.
Playing coy, I pull my mask further down over my face. For a couple of moments, I almost thought that I had escaped his attention until two obsidian patent boots entered the field of my down casted eyes. Scanning my eyes upward, I survey the almost regally dressed man before me.
Gold. Everything was tied together with gold. Included his silken sash that adorned his midsection. Right down to the cloak and the crystal rhinestone beadwork where it clasps around his chest. Almost reminding me of golden tattoos.
Why is my heart beating so quickly?
What’s happening to me?
So much for coyness.
