TWENTY TWO

I stayed on the back of the mattress as Logan and I were in that starting moment that I got the feeling he wanted more and hated to say this, but I had the same feeling. When he leaned down, closing it for another kiss, I heard the front door shut and Ares's voice echoing in the house. "Effie! I brought IHOP. Got your favorite Bacon and Cheddar cheese omelet."

"Shit," I hissed, stumbling out of bed, grabbing my underwear and pants off the floor, and putting them back on. "Logan, you need to leave," I said frantically as I buttoned my shirt.

"Your brother's home?" He asked with glitter in his eyes as if someone famous was there.

That would be my brother.

"Yes, now get," I hoarsely whispered.

"Can't I see him? I wanted to get his autograph," he smiles. "My brothers would flip I get to meet the famous God of War."

"No, because you brothers almost had him murdered," I whispered, locking my door.

"All we said he was the best fighter," he sounded confused with the whole thing that had