“Mors, I know we’re besties now but this is a bit much,” Love says with a smile.
“I thought Amore was your best friend.”
“You can have multiple best friends. Whoever started that rumor must have been a hater. The more love, the better, especially between friends. I’m pretty busy, though.”
She creates a circle with her pointer and thumb finger and pushes her other pointer finger through the hole. I grimace, but shake my head, wanting to get answers.
“She’s coming to complain about how slow you’re being with her love match,” Death complains from the bed. I make a note to put salt in his coffee the next time I get a chance.
Love glares up at me. She’d be more intimidating if she weren’t so short.
“She’s not ready.”
“Why not?” I ask sharply.
“Noneya.”
“What?”
“None ya business. When she’s ready, I’ll make it happen. So you just take your pretty, brooding butt back to your room and make a vision board about the romantic date you’ll take her on when she is ready.”
I blink down at the cupid, and she points at me in a scolding way.
“See, you think you’re ready for this, Mors. But when’s the last time you had a partner? You’re so excited for me to set you up, but do you even know where you’ll take her, or how you want to woo her?”
“Of course I do,” I lie.
“Uh, huh. Where would you take her on a first date?”
“We… uh… we could collect souls together.”
Love makes an exaggerated gagging noise. “Yeah, if you want her to dry up like a raisin next to you. Neither of you are ready, and until you are, no matchmaking. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m very busy.”
“Come here, baby,” Death rumbles behind her and I make my own noise of disgust as she shuts the door in my face.
Love’s words rattle through my head and I ponder them as I head to my apartment. I’ve been so pushy about being set up, but what do I really know about being a girlfriend or making someone like me?
The sexual part? No problem, high marks all around.
But dating? Wooing someone? I think I’m shit out of luck.
Then I think about Death. If Death could make someone like Love fall for him, how hard could it be? He’s one of the most moody reapers I know, yet he’s with one of the most bubbly cupids to ever exist.
Really, how hard could it be?
Apparently pretty fucking hard.
Ithought things were getting better…
I had friends who had my back, my aim was getting a little straighter.
But then this happens.
The worst thing a cupid can do.
A fucking love triangle.
“Hey, hey, breathe. It’s okay,” Love tries to soothe.
