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His long, muscular limbs are stretched out, and he almost takes up my entire queen-sized mattress. The light cast from my desk lamp is ideal, accentuating his physique perfectly—not like he needs help with amplifying his features.
Since he said I can take any pictures I’d like of him, I grab my camera and snap a couple of shots of the freaking god in my bed. I smile as I look at the pictures. I could sell the photos I’ve been taking of him for a small fortune, but with the thought, I suddenly become possessive and want to keep them all for myself.
With a resigned sigh, I curl up next to him as if this is an everyday occurrence for me, sleeping with a love god, and I emphasize the word sleeping.
Eros’s breathing takes on that soft rhythm only achieved by someone actually asleep and feeling safe.
I follow him soon after, strangely feeling safe myself with a powerful entity next to me. I just wish I knew why he expects me to be a good fit as a matchmaker.
I wake to the soft morning light filtering in through my window. Eros is still asleep, his broad, naked back to me. This close, I can see each feather of his tattoo… well, magical wing tattoo.
I’ve always wished magic was real, and now my face is inches from some kind of spell that allows him to hide his giant wings. My eyes travel up, noticing another small drawing at the base of his neck where it meets his back. It’s an old-fashioned bow with only one arrow next to it, but not notched as is the typical configuration for Cupid’s bow.
My hand hovers over his skin, trying to sense the magic in his flesh. My hand buzzes, but I can’t tell if that’s just Eros’s natural power or the spell of his tattoo wings.
I accidentally touch his wings and gasp at the sensation. I thought I had imagined it when I was on the cliff, but they feel just like real wings lying flat against his skin.
When I check the feel of him again by lightly touching a feather, Eros moans. I yelp and pull away. It’s more than a bit pervy for me to stroke him without his permission… and while he’s asleep.
“Sorry!”
He chuckles softly.
Guilt overwhelms me as I try to roll to my other side so I can jump out of bed, but Eros turns in an instant and grabs me by the waist so I can’t run off. I’m glad he’s wearing pajama bottoms, so I don’t feel more pervy by trying to avoid looking down.
“You can touch me, sweetheart,” he says in a raspy morning voice as his golden gaze searches my face intently, all while holding me close in his arms… in my bed.
How is this my life?
A chill runs down my spine. It has to be nerves, because it can’t be that he sparks something in me that I’m not sure I’ve ever quite felt before.
“I was just curious how the magic wings worked,” I say apologetically.
“Oh.” Eros lets me go with an expression that borders on disappointment, as if I’ve brought him out of a lovely dream. “It’s a trick Hermes came up with to conceal his wings during his dealings with humans.”
At the mention of the other god’s name, I stiffen. Eros hasn’t explained what will happen if I can’t accept my powers as matchmaker… if Ican’t let him in—whatever that means.
Maybe until last night, I was still clinging to my old life. Now that I’ve seen Carl had someone in our sacred space, I realize I have to give up the fantasy of being with him. However, I doubt my heart will catch up quickly to what my head understands.
“Dee?” Eros conjures up a tight fitting black T-shirt and some jeans to wear, all while still lying next to me. Must be nice to be a god and snap one’s fingers to change clothes. “Where are you? You look miles away.”
“Just accepting my fate, like you want me to.” I turn away before he can see the grief on my face, and I race to my closet.
“Hold on.” Instantly, Eros is blocking my way. “Is this about Carl?”
Instead of answering out loud, since I don’t trust my voice, I nod.
“You have spent years hoping something would happen between you, yeah?” Eros asks and continues when I don’t argue. “Do you want to try one last time, withmyhelp?”
“What?” My gaze flies up to meet his so I can see if this is some kind of joke. When I can tell he isn’t teasing me, I say, “No. I mean, he must really like this woman if he broke his rules. I don’t want to mess up his happiness.”
“You really do love with a pure heart,” Eros whispers, then he catches my chin when I try to look away. “I’m not suggesting you ruin their relationship, but it might not be as serious as you think it is. If Carl sees what he’s missing by not being with you, then he might change his mind about the new flavor of the month.”
“What are you suggesting?” I ask, suspicion in my voice.
“Play along with a relationship with me, and he might get jealous enough to act.” Eros tilts his head, thinking. His muscular arms slip around my waist, and he holds me to him. “It seems odd he would live with you like this all these years and not have some attraction or reason for keeping you so close.”
He’s echoing the thoughts I’ve had over the years. WhydoesCarl want me around?
