LITTLE BIG MOMENTS

Angel returned to the room with a towel wrapped around her chest, and a flushed expression on her face.

She couldn't be more grateful his back was turned against her.

First she dropped the duvet in her hand on the bed, then stood beside herself in confusion.

She didn't know how to approach him with a change of clothes in mind.

Sensing her hesitation, Ares turned around to face her.

His movements were so abrupt, she couldn't duck before he could see her in her embarrassed state.

Like an awkward penguin, she stood with her head lowered.

Ares chuckled for what was perhaps the umpteenth time.

Lifting his fingers, he formed a brush with it, and began to gesture the actions of a painting.

Angel slowly lifted her head, wondering why her eyes were suddenly sensing so many movements.

She frowned when she saw what he was doing.

"If I still painted, I'd have painted a naked portrait of you," he stated plainly, and directly.