Cupid's pointed arrow struck Orion, will Orion strike the arrow back at Cupid?
Orion was struck by the all-too-famous pointy golden arrow, shot by Cupid himself. But, the arrow wasn't shot to pair her with her fated one. The arrow was shot...
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"One last hint," he says, backing away from the kiss I'm ready to plant onto his lips.
It's a week after everything went down, a week of Eros and I. We're now situated in my living room watching TV.
I guess you could say that we're dating, I guess you could call what we have that.
We were kissing and we were holding hands.
You could also call it love.
I groan at his previous statement, couldn't he just let me kiss him?
"Hint?"
"Yeah, a hint about your fated match," he says as if I didn't already know.
I don't say anything and just nod, hopefully, he'll shut up soon.
"He's actually right in front of you."
I mouth an 'I love you' and then he pulls me into a lip lock.
I push away from the kiss a minute later and grab his hand, he gives me a frown from the sudden disinterest I have in kissing him.
I move his hand to his chest and place it to about where his heart should be; it's beating loud and clear.
"What is that noise?" he asks in a low voice with enlarged eyes.
I don't say anything and just keep my hand pressed over his, which is pressed, against his chest.
"My chest feels heavy... It hurts."
I let out a laugh.
"What is it? I feel like I'm dying..." he says with concern.
I laugh again, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"It's your heart, Cupid."
I move his hand to where my heart is located.
"Feel that? It's my heart. And it won't stop beating for you," I say.
He gives a large dimpled grin.
"Your heart beats?" he questions.
"Yeah," I say.
It wasn't until then that I truly realized what was happening. My heart had been returned; Eros' heart had appeared back into his chest.
"Your heart beats?" I ask him.
"Yeah," he answers.
I hug him hard.
"Our hearts are beating, we're relinquished from job positions of Cupid. You didn't have to apply for the freedom; you just had to tell me how you felt. Eros, you're free." I explain to him.
"I'm free," he says with a happy nod.
"You're free."
He runs a hand through his hair and then places it back over his heart.
"Ah shit, having a heart is a burden though," he says with a smug look plastered on his face.
"A burden that's worth it?" I ask.
He gives a large dimpled grin and thumps his hand over his chest to the beat of his heart.
