We stay in the tub for a ridiculously long time before we decide we need to eat and I need to figure out how I’m going to get all my belongings to his apartment.
My hair is still wet, and I know I look like I got royally fucked as Death holds my hand and leads me to a small little break room that’s down the hallway from his apartment.
I’m shocked to find two other reapers sitting there: one is a man, and the other is an attractive, yet slightly terrifying woman.
“That’s Mors and Demise,” Death says. “This is Love.” The way he says my name is so sweet and precious, I’m about readyto drag him back to his room and fuck his brains out all over again.
“You know, I genuinely thought you were making that shit up,” Demise, the male reaper says.
Mors gives me a polite enough smile as she sips her coffee. I swear she gives Death a conspiratorial look.
I swear to god, if she’s been with Death before, I’ll poke her beautiful brown eyes out. I must be glaring at the reaper because she laughs, throwing her head back.
“He’s not my type. But you,” she says looking me up and down, “Death, you might have competition.”
I grin at that and sit at the table next to the very forward reaper. Even if I’m with Death, and there’s no changing that I’m still a vain cupid, it’s nice to be admired.
“I’m currently off the market.”
“She’ll be staying off the market,” Death grumbles, placing a mug of what looks like sludge in front of me.
“But I do have some pretty friends,” I tell Mors, and she smiles.
“There are other cupids willing to date outside of Cupidale?” she teases.
“I think so, yes.”
“Then count me in.”
Death doesn’t look surprised by the conversation at all, he just rolls his eyes and throws a hand on the back of my chair. His fingers toy with my hair, and man does it feel nice to be receiving so much delicious physical touch.
“What are you two love birds going to do now?” Mors asks.
“I’m taking Love on a date,” Death says casually, like we already discussed this. When in fact we have not and I’m lowkey freaking out about it.
I mean, sure, we basically agreed that I’m moving in, and there was some daddy kink and spanking… but a date… a dateis the real deal. That’s romance, that’s how people who are together forever keep the flame alive.
“Oh, don’t look so shocked,” Death says, rubbing his thumb along my shoulder.
“Where are we going?”
“I figured we could go to the aquarium, use some love arrows and then maybe hang out around the Red Lobster later.”
I gape at him, so do his two reaper companions.
Mors whistles. “Red Lobster, that’s a serious commitment right there.”
I can’t tell if she’s being serious or not, but all the humans who want to go to the next level always go to Red Lobster, it’s way better than Red Robin. The gesture is romantic and perfect and I fall even more in love with the reaper.
“I’d love nothing more,” I tell Death.
“Me too,” he replies and I get the double meaning.
Here in a different realm surrounded by a bunch of reapers, I realize that love isn’t dead and Valentine’s Day goes back to securing its place as my favorite holiday.
One Year Later
I’m sitting on Death’s lap, my tight red dress a stark contrast against his black tuxedo. He looks fucking delicious, and as soon as that heart drops, I’m going to fall on my knees and?—
