Ares

at 8 pm on a cold, dark, stormy winters night, he opens the door to you shivering. he rolls his eyes. You are late. You were supposed to be here an hour ago. he notices your drenched white shirt and he blushes slightly, but takes off his hoodie, his shirt going with it slightly by accident, not leasing your caught a glimpse of his abs. he hands you the hoodie. here. wear this. i dont want you getting sick from hypothermia...he lets you into his house