Page 101
“Oh, that one really bothered you.”
“Apollo was an insufferable narcissist.”
“Sounds familiar.”
“He spent centuries admiring his own reflection.”
“Again, familiar.”
Morpheus stops.
“Are you comparing me to Apollo?”
I rise onto my toes and kiss his cheek.
“Never, baby. You’re much prettier.”
He catches me around the waist.
“Careful, wife.”
My stomach flutters.
I love hearing him call me that.
“Or what?”
His mouth brushes my ear.
“Or I shall remind you precisely why you married me.”
I smile.
“Your sparkling personality?”
“Among other considerable attributes.”
“Your humility?”
“Naturally.”
“Your enormous…”
His eyebrows rise.
“Yes?”
“Ego.”
He laughs.
The ground trembles.
A few tourists glance around nervously.
I smack his chest.
“Morpheus!”
