Cupid and Psyche lay feeding each other chocolate hearts. “You haven’t changed.”
“Nor you,” Psyche said, nibbling his ear.
Cupid stroked Psyche’s bronzed thigh. “It wasn’t meant to be.”
“Your mother hated me.”
Cupid’s lips bowed into a smile. “You bested her by surviving all those quests.”
“She underestimated how much I cared for you. Sorting poppy seeds from lentils. Fearing dragons on the Styx. I had my helpers.” Psyche looked smug.
“But it was Zeus who gave us each other. He couldn’t resist my offer.”
“I can’t resist you. Though the spell wore off long ago, I simply adore you.”
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