“What do you mean?”
“You find a pair of mortals who are in close proximity. Maybe it’s unrequited, or maybe they’re already hot and heavy with the flirting,” she says excitedly, wiggling her fingers. “You’re just going to lightly poke them with the tip of your arrow, no bow needed, and let the magic do the rest.”
I scan the gym and spot a massive man flexing his muscles against a door frame. His big, man veins look like they’re going to burst from the strain. It makes my nose scrunch, but surely someone else will find that attractive. The large man is looking down at a man in a leotard who is getting ready to walk to his dance class. The second man seems shy but intrigued.
“Good choice,” Love whispers in my ear. “Now go poke him in the tush with an arrow. The big guy already seems totally in.”
I swallow and do as she says, standing behind the smaller man as I pull out an arrow. I mean to just lightly poke his butt. Instead, I all but stab the poor man in the ass, sending way more lust into him than I intended.
He groans as he places his hands on the massive man’s chest and appears to explore the vast expanse of his muscles. See, I knew someone would be into the whole bulging vein thing.
Then suddenly, he’s jumping into his arms and they’re making out like they need their mouths fused together in order to breathe.
Whoops.
I wince and turn back to Love, who is graciously giving me two thumbs up.
“A little less force next time, but that was great. Do you want to watch them fuck in the showers?” Love asks.
“I think I’ll pass.”
She shrugs and sighs. “Okay, but, hey! You made a match.”
“It wasn’t a love match, just a lust match,” I say self-deprecatingly.
“Hey now. You’re talking to Seductress of the Year here. Lust is just as important as love. It’s easier to turn lust into love. We’ll check back in next week.”
“Okay.”
“Meet me at Amore’s place in…” Love looks at her wrist that doesn’t have a watch or anything showing the time. “Two hours,” she says with a grin as she pops out of existence.
I look around at the mortals in the gym and wonder if I used to be one of them. Was I human before I died? Or perhaps I was from another planet?
I highly doubt I was human, mostly because of how unfit I am to be a cupid. I groan as I pop over to Cupidale and head towards my favorite pastry shop. At least the baked goods in Cupidale are ridiculously good.
I may be eating my feelings more than I’d like to admit, but it’s better than not trying. Which I am, I’m trying really fucking hard, it just doesn’t seem to be clicking.
“A Love in a jar?” Cherish asks me from the bakery counter.
Great, I’m a fucking regular, and they know my order. Is this cupid rock bottom? It just might be.
“Yes, thank you, Cherish.”
The smiling cupid goes into the case and picks up my favorite treat. It’s amazing because it’s layered cake, cookie, brownie, and mousse. It’s truly the best type of dessert for someone who has a hard time choosing.
“Cherish, were you ever a cupid out in the field?”
“Oh, yeah. It didn’t work out for me, but I love working at the bakery,” she says with a smile.
“Thank you,” I reply as she hands me the treat and I go sit in my usual spot by the window.
Maybe working in Cupidale wouldn’t be so bad?
I groan as I think about the idea of living in Cupidale all the time, even if it is wonderful. I’ll just have to work harder, train with my bow more, and soak up every piece of advice that Love gives me. I have an award-winning cupid at my disposal, and I need to take advantage of that.
Not to mention the cupid has been more friendly toward me than I deserve, and she’s so patient while trying to teach me the ropes.
I can do this. I can become a great cupid. I just have to figure out what my hang-up is and why I keep fucking up so bad.
