Eros sat on my bed, hands posted on the pillows behind him, staring right at me with his demonic black eyes. I crawled over, knelt in front of him, and brushed my fingers against one of his curved horns. He sighed and pushed his head against my hand.
Eros sat on my bed, hands posted on the pillows behind him, staring right at me with his demonic black eyes. I crawled over, knelt in front of him, and brushed my fingers against one of his curved horns. He sighed and pushed his head against my hand.I gripped it—its ridged texture tickling my palm—then brushed my fingers down the side of his face. He cupped my head in his hands and gazed into my eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said.
I gripped it—its ridged texture tickling my palm—then brushed my fingers down the side of his face. He cupped my head in
