Abigail
"I feel like Cinderella, if she had just lingerie on," I giggled as we climbed out of the car.
The clock had just struck midnight when Finnegan's car pulled into the parking lot of the Sanctuary.
We'd had to wait until everyone had fallen asleep before sneaking out of the house like teenagers. It was hilarious.
Two grown-ass folks creeping around like they were heading to some high school party.
My heart was already racing with anticipation. It had been too long since we'd been here together as Ares and Aphrodite. Maybe I could take his mind off things, and he could take mine off things as well.
We stepped out, both wearing our masks. I had on a sheer black babydoll lingerie that barely covered my breasts and a tiny thong that left almost nothing to the imagination.
