Chapter 67: Falling in Love, Shower of the Plum Blossoms, and a Cheating Old Mister

"Just what is going on with you all?" 

At Ares' sharp voice and curt tone; I whipped around with excitement, my hair swinging with my action.

"Ares." Greeting him with a high pitch, I grinned at him.

But when my eyes fell on him...I stopped breathing. 

He looked really, utterly, completely, wholly, totally, absolutely, out and out, thoroughly, entirely, flawlessly, downright.....haaaaa *deep inhale* ravishing.

My heart flat lined for a second and I was thankful I refused to the purse Florence was forcing me to. 

I would have dropped it instantly.

My mate looked transcendentally handsome, dressed in a black turtleneck with black pants and a long, dark brown trench coat. His messily styled hair that looked perfect to run my hair through fell over his right eye. 

The way his turtleneck hugged him made me wish I was that turtleneck. Or maybe I could be his strand. Or his watch that perfectly wrapped around his wrist. His belt too.