Dream a Little Dream of Me

Chapter 3

Cupid's eyes squinted as he neared his abode. He slowed his gait, suspicious about the disturbance in his house that he could feel from several feet away. Opening the door gingerly, his foot paused mid air on the threshold of his bookstore. He felt a familiar aura permeate around his house.

An aura that shouldn't have been there in the first place.

His bookstore had been locked before he'd left for the day. He made sure to set traps for any mortal that dared enter his store. Not that any mortal ever wood.

But whoever was in his house was no mortal.

And that entity knew all the tricks Cupid would pull to keep his abode safe.

Cupid could feel tell-tale signs of hope, the anticipation of something better... all signs that Dream was in the building. And with the feelings Cupid could sense, Dream was in control of the body again. If not...

If Nightmare was in control again, Cupid was sure he'd have sensed the dread that would undoubtedly pool in his chest even before he entered the building.

Cupid rolled his eyes, sighing again as he entered. He was really not in the mood to talk to Dream. Not right now.

He placed his hands in his pocket and craned his neck. The entire way to his bookstore, Cupid began to think of the different ways to bring Zoya and Chris together. He hadn't spent this much time on one couple since...

Well, since, ever.

Especially not ones that were already soulmates. And especially not soulmates that had already known each other.

Cupid sighed again as he walked up the stairs to his house. His trip had only left him with more questions than answers.

He had hoped this bet would be simple. But nothing with Dream could ever be simple, could it? Cupid scoffed as he opened the door to his house.

Dream poured himself a cup of coffee that he'd taken the liberty to make. In Cupid's house.

Cupid didn't even like coffee.

Hated it even. So much that he was adamant to not even have the coffee beans in his house. So, watching Dream not only drink his coffee but to make it in his house... that was just infuriating to say the least.

He didn't know where Dream got the ingredients from but Dream making the coffee in his house felt like Dream was taunting him. Dream hadn't looked at him yet. But the small smirk that played on Dream's lips confirmed that he was indeed taunting Cupid.

Scrunching his nose at the bitter smell of the drink, Cupid made himself comfortable on the sofa. He was not going to let Dream affect him like this.

"You look like you've had a splendid day." Dream smirked.

Dream brought the cup of coffee up to his nose, relishing in the smell of the bitter drink. That only seemed to make Cupid scrunch his nose harder in disgust, eliciting a chuckle from Dream.

"Why are you here?' Cupid asked simply.

He leaned back against his sofa, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. It was difficult with the frustration bubbling within him. The smell of coffee wafting from Dream's cup wasn't helping either. But given how long they had known each other, he was sure Dream could tell. His little tick of biting his inner cheek whenever he was angry was a dead giveaway. Cupid rubbed his forehead, lazily.

"I just wanted to see the progress you're making on our bet." Dream said, simply as he tried to make himself comfortable. He sighed as he plopped onto the couch, careful not to spill the coffee on himself or on the sofa. Holding onto the spoon delicately, Dream swirled his coffee around, relishing in its smell. He took a sip, humming at the taste.