Can't Fix Cupid

I know that this limbo I’m in won’t last forever. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. All I have is right now.

And I intend to enjoy every single right now that I can I get.

Chapter 30

Trix

I stand slumped under the stream of water with my head resting against the tile wall, my entire body feeling like jelly.

“You ever going to open your eyes again?” Warren teases.

I shake my head. “Too tired. I told you to stop after the third orgasm but noooo. You just had to keep going, didn’t you?”

I don’t have to open my eyes to know that he has a smug smile on his face.

“If we don’t leave now, we’re going to be late,” he tells me.

“Can’t walk. Too sexed.”

He chuckles, and then I hear the shower turn off, and I feel his arms come around me as he hoists me up and carries me out. He wraps me in a towel and then dumps me on his bed, where I bounce on the mussed sheets.

“Get dressed, or I’m going to go without you.”

My eyes pop open. “You wouldn’t.”

He runs a hand through his wet hair, tightening his own towel around his waist. He looks edible. “Oh, but I would.”

I frown at him. “Mean.”

He drops the towel. I instantly perk up, and he rolls his eyes at me. “I thought you were too sexed?”

I shrug. “I rebounded.”

Laughing, he walks his naked ass into the closet and then clothes are flung at my face. Clothes that I’ve kept here because, for the past three weeks, I’ve been sleeping here every night.

Ever since our fancy restaurant date night, we’ve been spending nearly every day together. Sometimes Warren invites me into his office, where I usually hang out with Tonya down in marketing. They just launched CupidShuffle, so my picture has been all over the place, and I think her office likes having me around as a sort of mascot.

But today is To-Do List Saturday. And Warren has a surprise for me.

As soon as we’re both dressed and downstairs, Warren and I get into his car, and he drives us into the city. I brush my hands along my lace cutoff jean shorts and turn to look at him. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“No.”

I pinch him on the side, but the man has zero fat on him, so he doesn’t even flinch.

He moves his hand from the steering wheel to rest against my thigh. “Patience, my darling Valentine. You’re always in such a rush.”

He has no idea.

Every second of every day, I’m worried that this will be it. This will be when I disappear—either back to the Veil or gone from existence.

I’ve been straddling this line between using my powers and not using them, trying to keep myself in this cupid-human limbo, but it’s wearing on me.

And still, my powers fluctuate. Sometimes they work, and sometimes they don’t. I can’t make heads or tails of it.

It’s been three days since the last time I’ve used my powers, so I know I need to do it again soon. It’s just so damn nerve wracking. What if I use too much and Sev has to take me? I don’t want to leave. Not yet.

“What has you frowning over there?” Warren asks, startling me from my thoughts.