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When Eros Met Psyche
Some things were better left unsaid.
The first thing Eros thought when he saw Psyche was that he wished she were a little thinner when it came to her curves. Her sisters were waif-thin, so it made no sense that Psyche was voluptuous in ways Aglaura and Cidippe were not.
But that face, those doe-brown eyes, the way her smile lit up her features — gods, it was insane to him how any man could look away from her.
Even so, he didn’t notch an arrow in his bow. Just one move, and he easily could have struck Psyche straight through the heart. Then when she looked upon him, she would be lost.
It was so, so tempting.
Instead, he waited for her in her bed one late night while the stars were asleep behind a swath of clouds. Psyche’s father had held a feast in Athena’s honor, and there had been much merrymaking in the name of the goddess of wisdom. It was just a shame that Psyche’s father didn’t value his own daughters’ minds as much as the goddess apparent.
But that was neither here nor there. Eros was more interested in sating his curiosity than squabbling with mortal men over semantics and politics.
The moon had risen beyond the clouds when Psyche let herself inside her room. Eros kept quiet, clinging to shadows, while he watched her get…
