Gaston didn’t seem amused by the whole situation. Aphro was so easily distracted by the mere thought of Ares. As if she didn’t know, he would never come back. It was the thought that prompted Gaston to keep coming here. He knew no one would replace him. After all, he was the best.
He hadn’t even had time to put his shirt on when Aphro dragged him back to bed. Gaston was very skillfully hiding his titillation about this situation. After all, she wasn’t the only one who was throwing herself at him like that. One begins to get used to it. “Of course, I’m not jealous.” He grunted. “I have nothing to be envious of” He tensed his muscles, making them seem even more chiseled.
Gaston laughed in his chocolate baritone. He leaned towards her neck, placing his warm hand on her bare waist. “Don’t I always look hot,” Gaston panted, moving his hand in circular motions. He stayed that way for a moment longer until he pushed away from her, leaving her in want for more. He knew so.
He lay down on the bed, a devilish smile began to appear on his face, “You have to try very hard for me to forgive you.”
@elixr ~ Aphrodite Florakis
I’m really bad at that. dbhfshbjghs
Also, I think that after your post we should do a time skip or take it to the PM.