“Unfortunately.”
“Is that why you agreed to come?”
Death’s hand hasn’t left my face, and he tilts my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“I’ll never lie to you, Love. It was definitely part of the reason I agreed to come with you. But you’re the reason I’m still here now,” he tells me and I bite my lower lip.
“Who was Eros talking about?” I ask, feeling jealous of someone he dated hundreds of years ago. It’s truly not my proudest moment, but I’m a cupid, a petty one at that.
Death’s lips twitch, and he shakes his head.
“Honey and I were just friends. It wasn’t like that. She needed a way to break up with Eros and I helped her by lying and saying that we were together. It wasn’t like this, Love. I promise.” He pokes my chest and I feel a glimmer of hope that he’s having the same emotional response to me that I’m having to him.
“Like what?” I reply, maybe fishing for compliments or security.
What can I say? Even cupids need reassurances.
He doesn’t answer with words, he just presses his lips back to mine. This time, he’s more demanding. His hand is tight in my hair as he kisses me passionately. It’s hot, rough, and yet I still feel absolutely precious under his touch.
His tongue enters my mouth, and it’s back to us being the only people in the room again. Despite the rude interruption, everything around us disappears.
The only two people that matter right now are me andmy reaper. I quite like the sound of that,my reaper. I want to hoard him away and keep him close to me at all times. I’m not sure where this possessiveness is coming from, but something about him brings it out of me.
He’s showing me how he feels with this kiss that’s speaking louder than words ever could.
It’s not just in my head, this easy magnetic-like connection I have with him.
He feels it too.Right?There’s no way I’m alone in this feeling, not with the way he kisses me like it’s his last.
I moan against his mouth and think to myself,Is there anything better than a new romance?I doubt it, I feel like I’m on cloud nine.
The butterflies in my stomach are flapping wildly, my nerve endings are on fire, and I never want this kiss to end. I never want this feeling to end. This newness, the chemistry, the way he touches me is everything I could have asked for.
I finally feel how the humans do when I hit them with my arrows, and damn, those fuckers are lucky they have me, because this feels amazing.
Death pulls back, his warm hands still on my skin as he looks down at me. His eyes are a deep pool of brown I want to get lost in.
“Like that, little cupid. It’s never been like that.”
“For me either,” I reassure him. I want to say more; I want to say how happy I am that he’s here and this should be more than one night. One single kiss solidified that I need so much more time… so much more everything from him.
Part of me wants to pull his lips back down to mine and kiss him for the rest of the evening, fuck using words, they’re overrated any way. There’s also a part of me that wants so much more. I want all his touches, all his sweet words. I want this night to go on forever. It’s like we’re in a bright, bubble gum pink Valentine’s Day bubble that I never want to pop.
The loud speaker comes on.
“One minute until the Love New Year!” it says loudly, but I don’t look away from the man in front of me.
He keeps surprising me at every turn. I would have never expected so much from a reaper, and that’s mostly because of my ignorance, but I know that no other reaper would be exactly like Death. I’ve met lady luck before, and I wonder if she had anything to do with me crossing paths with this man.
I can’t believe I thought tonight would have been special with Eros, tonight is everything because of the supportive and highly seductive, probably fucking ancient man—reaper—in front of me.
The countdown starts and we just look at each other for a long moment. I wonder if he’s thinking all the same crazy things I am. Mostly how I don’t want this thing between us to end after tonight.
This all might have started with my loud mouth and wanting to put Eros in his place, but now it’s so much more.
I think I’m falling for a reaper.
“Five, four, three, two, one!” the countdown announcer says.
