Stupid Cupid

Will You Be My Valentine?

Will You Be My Valentine?

“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.” -André Gide

I rolled over and snuggled my head into the warmth that it was laying on. It was soft but not soft enough to be a pillow....

“Good morning.”

I shot up from where my head was laying on Eros chest.

“Seriously?” I rubbed my eyes.

“Yeah.” he patted my side. “I need you to get dressed and come with me. I'll be in the car.” then he disappeared. Great.

***

“Where are we going?” I asked, following him through the woods. We had already passed the park so I honestly didn't know where on earth we were going. I was wearing a white dress with yellow stripes. I even went to as much as to put a ribbon in my hair.

“We're here.”

“Wha-...Oh.”

On a flat area, a blanket was resting and there was a picnic basket on the side.

“Happy Valentine's Day.” He grinned at me. I gave him a look but then just sat down. He joined me. He opened up the basket to reveal two juice boxes and two peanut butter sandwiches. I laughed.

“Looks great.” I grabbed one of each and poked him in the side. After an hour of laughing and having a wonderful time talking he cleared his throat in a lets-get-down-to-business sort of way.

“Valentine's Day is all about love you know.”

“Yeah, sure.” I rolled my eyes and leaned back all the way until I could feel the grass poke me on the arm. He leaned over me so his arms were on each side of me. The closeness made me uncomfortable but....awfully nice.

He gave me a serious look with his pink eyes as his blonde hair fell down.

“You can't run from love, Scarlett,” he breathed.

“Love.....love gave up on me.” I admitted. My eyes widened in surprise at my own brutal honesty.

“No.” he said, sounding final and determined. I turned my head up at him and he leaned closer to my face.

“You're the one that gave up on finding love.”

“Then help me find it...” I could feel the heat radiating from him so I shivered. He gave me a look I couldn't identify.

Then he kissed me.

I felt the tender pressure of his lips on mine and the sweetness of it was almost hard to bear. But I sure as Hell was willing to keep going. My fear ebbed away as I trembled with love, pleasure, and a painful longing I had never experienced before. The wonderful feeling that started in my chest in this moment was horribly pleasant. But as quickly as it started, it ended. His eyes opened slowly and his mouth parted...in almost....horror. He quickly got off me and stood up. I knitted my eyebrows together.

“I'm sorry.....” he backed away some more.

“Umm....Eros?” I asked. (Not really sure what I was asking though but whatever.)

“You can still get back to the car right?” he ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah....”

“You can leave this stuff...I have to go.”

He evaporated again.

What....just....happened?

***

Hey, Scar. I know it's late notice but can you meet me in the park? The local one?

I looked at Noah's message again. Was it ironic or what that I was that close the park.

Sure thing.

He sent back a smiley face and around forty minutes later, he was walking towards me to where I was lounging on the bench.

“Hey. Were you waiting long?”

“Not at all.” I smiled and stood up.

“I have to get to work but I needed to give you something....”

His hands were behind his back.

“What have you got there?” I asked, leaning to the side.

“Umm...” He rubbed the side of his head. “Well, since it's Valentine's day and all....” He removed his hand to reveal to what he had been holding.

A pink rose.

I made a sound of awe and reached out to take it. I stood up slowly.

“I read somewhere that the the pink rose means 'thank you'. And since the last couple of days have been pretty amazing....thank you. Happy Valentines day.” I looked up at him.

You know that....headlong spiral that steals your breath and stops your heart for a moment? Falling? Spinning into blissful infinity? Head over heels? Those things you only read about in romance novels...exist.

“Noah....”

Then I kissed him.

When I pressed my lips to his, sensation rippled through me. I can't believe I didn't think there was an importance to kissing. Eros showed it to me. He's teaching me how to feel it—that deep heartbreaking, soulful, terrifying emotion I had been pushing down for so long—so very long.

When he kissed me today, he broke down every wall I had put up for myself. After only a couple of days....I think I'm falling Noah. I think he's falling for me too. His lips were warm, and he kissed back with a passion that would probably have me reeling for hours.

I broke away from the kiss and looked up in his chocolate brown eyes. He was blushing madly. and had on a boyish grin.

 “Will you be my Valentine?” I bit my lip in anticipation. He touched my cheek fondly.

“Another thing to be thankful for. Yes and just so you know....I definitely will be calling you tomorrow.”

I giggled.

“Looking forward to it.” I smiled.

***

I unlocked my door and walked in my apartment, shutting the door behind me. I looked up and there he was....Eros. I swallowed but didn't say anything. I could still feel him and Noah on my lips. He was facing my direction and had a yellow flower in his hands. I was still carrying the pink rose.

“It means passion.” He looked up at me and twirled the thick stem in his fingers. “The color yellow on the iris, anyway.” He took a step forward, his pink eyes studying the flower again. “The sacred flower is considered the symbol of communication and messages.” He moved my hair back and put the iris behind my ear. “Therefore, the flower, iris, in the language of flowers symbolizes eloquence.”

He leaned closer to me until my eyes automatically fluttered and his breath was on my ear.

“Happy Valentine's Day.” He kissed my forehead and then smiled while fading away, leaving his pink light and then having it disappear.

Oh, God...I might be falling for Eros too...I'm so freaking doomed.