My Eros (Modern Cupid and Psyche Dirty)

Those were completely valid concerns, dammit!

I raise my hand to slap his divine face, but invisible fingers curl around my wrist, and it's his turn to press his lips against my knuckles.

The thought did not even cross my mind, little hothead.

"Just so you know," I warn him.

You are the only one I want in my life.

"The number of women bearing your mark says otherwise," I mutter under my breath.

I am truly not the one who left those marks—-

"So who did?"

A beat of silence passes before the god's answer rolls out in my mind.

I cannot yet say—-

I elbow his chest hard. Knew it. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

I swear it on the River Styx.

Yours is the only mark of the order that I have created.

I'm about to reach for his divine balls to give it a good hard squeeze when the god's words sink in, and my hand freezes mid-air. "You swore," I whisper in shock, "on the River Styx."

I did.

"And you haven't died."

The god's about to answer, but he doesn't get a chance since I've already started showering his invisible face with kisses. Thank you. I start to pull away...but freeze when I feel his hands reach under my skirt.

"We can't—-"

Even if I promise to make you cum in ten minutes?

Ten minutes later, and the god has more than kept his word. Chair sex is amazing, and well...everything about my god is just so amazing I think I'll need to start pinching my cheeks soon, just to be sure I'm still in the real world.

Butterflies swarm close as soon as I step out of the cabin, and I can't help but laugh as they seemingly put on a show with their wings changing color in synchrony. Even the trees looming over us appear to join in as they play out a melody with their rustling leaves and shaking branches.

The god pulls me close as soon as we step out of the mist, and I realize why when my California-bred bones start shivering even under my thermals.

Still cold?

I almost answer him out loud, but then I remember we're already out in public, and I shake my head instead. I'll survive.

Invisible fingers lace with mine, and I hide a smile at this divine show of protectiveness. It's cute, super cute, but since I'm not the type to tell him that, I think of something else to talk to about, like...

Can I ask you a question?

Of course, moraki mou.

How old are you, really?

The god suddenly stops walking, and I have a hard time keeping myself from snickering even as I nearly lose my balance.

Come on, kyrios.

Just give me a ballpark figure.

How many digits are we talking about here?

Or if spitting out the numbers just like that is too painful, then how about we do a timeline?

Were you born before or after the black hole—-

The fingers holding me let go completely, and this time I don't even care if the few students around us think I'm crazy.

I burst into laughter, and I still can't help laughing when the god pinches my cheeks. That's such a guy thing to do, but at the same time, it's so painfully cute it almost makes me want to gush.

Almost.

A smile is still playing over my lips when we finally reach Anise Building, but just as I'm about to say 'I'm off' the god startles me tells me to stay still, and I'm left fidgeting on my feet until I feel his lips touch my bad knee.

I know without being told he's healed me, and because I'm this close to being a blubbering fool, I can only mutter 'thank you' under my breath before hastily turning away to run up the steps.

I don't look back the whole time, and it's only when I'm within the safety of school hallways that I finally allow myself to stop, breathe, and mentally swoon.

Are all gods as perfect as mine is?

I've heard of gods being incredible in bed, but for my god to be cute and sweet as well?

Lucky, lucky you Halyna!

The knowledge has me feeling like I'm floating the entire first period, and I can't stop smiling like a fool even when it has Cad telling me I might as well put on a statement shirt of 'LAST NIGHT'S SEX WAS FANTASTIC' under my fancy school blazer.

I mean, it's not like he's wrong anyway.

Last night's sex was great, and so was this morning's. In fact, I can't remember when's the last time I felt this great...and I only stop feeling great when second period begins, and the professor walks inside the classroom, looking gorgeous...next to Sullivan Sluttivan Wilkins?

To be fair to the professor, he's actually making a serious effort of maintaining a "professional" distance between them for a change, but he's also failing dismally since Ms. Wilkins' chest has more inches than a restraining order can cover.