Alarm bells sound in my mind, and I panic. There’s no way she would really like someone like me, someone who barely has their shit together, who doesn’t know who they are. I’m inexperienced and way out of my depths.
So I do what I do best, and I self-sabotage.
“This has been nice, thank you. But I think we should get back. Love is probably getting worried. The cupids have probably left. It was nice of you to play along with Love’s matchmaking, but you don’t have to act interested.”
Her dark brows pinch together, and she doesn’t speak. I swear a tendril of smoke leaks out of her wrist before disappearing suddenly.
“It’s just, I mean, I’m a mess. I’m a new cupid. I dated Eros, and we only kissed. I don’t know who I am. I’m barely holding it together. Just look at me.”
“I am,” she says.
Her hand cups my jaw and her lips press against mine, shutting me and my mind up. It’s soft and tender. It’s not an overt show of dominance, but Mors still controls the gentle affection. It’s everything I wanted my first kiss as a cupid to be.
My lips part on a gasp, and Mors doesn’t pull away. She tangles her hand into my hair, cradling the back of my head as she deepens the kiss.
It’s slow and sensual, and all the fear I was feeling earlier starts to vanish. Her other hand lands on my thigh, a respectful distance from the hem of my dress, but the intent is evident.
Mors kisses and touches me in a way that there’s no doubt about the fact that she’s attracted to me, that she sees me as a cupid worth pursuing.
I want to get there. I want to be happy with who I am as a person and a cupid. I pull back slightly from the kiss, feeling self-conscious about this going too far.
Mors’ lips leave mine, but her hands and eyes stay fixated on me.
“Can we take things slow?” I whisper, even as I look down at her lips and consider kissing her again.
Her thumb trails from my hair and over my jaw. She slightly drags down my lower lip before giving a smile.
“Whatever you need, sweet cupid.”
My lips part, and Mors glances down at my mouth before standing and grabbing the umbrella.
“Let’s get you back.”
“Oh, okay.”
Shit, I totally should have let her kiss me longer.
What in the stupid cupid am I doing? It’s like Mors reads my internal panic as she gives me a devastating smile.
“But I’d like to take you out on a second date, one that isn’t planned by another cupid.”
“I’d really like that,” I say, truly meaning it. I will not let myself get in my own way in my happiness.
I’m worthy. I’m good. I deserve love just like everyone I spread it to.
She holds out her hand, and I take it. My bright pink nails against her black french manicure make me smile as we make our way back to the party.
I make a mental note to take good care of this shamrock because it clearly had some part in making this reaper want to pursue a second date with me. It would be just my luck to damage it and lose my chance with her before it even starts.
“Oh perfect, there you are,” Love says as she enters the common room.
I stop mid sip of coffee and look over at Death, who looks smug as hell.
“What’s going on?”
“It’s movie night in Cupidale, and you are coming with us,” Love states.
“Movie night?”
