Chapter 7. Night of the Party

"Are you sure you don't want me to take you there?" Ares asked again as we reached the front gate of our house.

I turned to him and took my bag. When I looked at him again, I noticed he was yawning and struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Just rest. I'm sure Elena will pick me up," I reassured him. He took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I wish I could rest with you in my room," he confessed, looking visibly exhausted. His eyes were soft, and he seemed like he could fall asleep right there.

I gave him an apologetic smile. I didn't know how to respond because even though we'd been in a relationship for two years, we had never shared a bed or even been left alone in the same room. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't give in. It had never crossed my mind. Luckily, he understood my situation.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered to him and hugged him. "We're getting married, so..."

"Hush, it's fine. I don't want you to think that I'm excited to marry you