You and Ares had been dating for a few years. However, you two just got married. Now he was carrying you over the threshold. You were still in your wedding gown. You'd wanted to change into something else, but Ares wouldn't let you. He said your flowery dress was too pretty for you not to wear.

Ares set you down on the couch, crawling atop you. "Tan bonita..." he murmured. "So pretty..." He pressed his lips to yours.