Psyche

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After months of text messaging, Psyche has fallen in love with a man she's never even met, so when she finally gets the chance to see him face-to-face, she leaps at it. However, their meeting doesn't turn out quite the way she expected. E hides in the dark and refuses to let her turn on the lights. Psyche's startled at first, but willing to overlook a few idiosyncrasies while they get to know each other in person. Their relationship flourishes--until the night Psyche's curiosity gets the better of her.

Light reveals that E is Eros, the Greek god of love and desire, and he is furious that she broke her word. She begs for forgiveness, but he won't give it. In breaking her word, she broke his trust. She must seek help from a goddess and brave the dangers of the underworld in order to prove herself and win back the man she loves.

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"E?" I whisper. "How come we've never met?"

He's quiet for a moment, then clears his throat. "We've both got crazy schedules, you know that. We just haven't had a chance --"

"You should come over."

He's quiet again, longer this time. I'm not sure if it's my interruption or my suggestion that's surprised him. I hope, for the second time that night, that I haven't scared him away.

"I can't," he says at last, breaking the silence. "I'd love to, I really would, but I can't."

I sigh, disappointed. I think he hears it; he starts talking again, quickly, like he's trying to reassure me. Like he's trying to make it better. "I'm free for the rest of the night," he says. "We can stay on the phone. We can talk as late as you like."

I sigh again, but I'm a little mollified. I've pushed too hard, but at least I didn't push him away. "Do you mean that?" I ask him. "Or are you just saying it because it's what I want to hear? Do you really wish you could come over?"

"More than anything."

"What would you do if you were here?"

"Anything you wanted."

"Would you kiss me?"

There's a moment of stunned silence; then I hear him draw a long breath. "Would you want me to?"

"Yes," I murmur. His voice has dropped, become husky. Heat slowly expands through me at the sound of its timbre. "Very much."

"Then I would."

"How?" I ask. I slide my hand over my hip and release a soft breath, imagining it's his fingers trailing across my skin. "How would you kiss me? A peck on the cheek?" I blush at my forwardness, but I don't stop. If six months is all I have for this sort of freedom, I shouldn't waste a day of it.

"No, babe," E says, and the heat in his voice makes shivers course down my spine. "Not on the cheek." He's quiet for a moment, awkward, but it's endearing rather than uncomfortable. Then he whispers roughly, "What would you do if I kissed you like that? Would you kiss me back?"

"Oh, yes," I murmur. I close my eyes, to better enhance the illusion that it's E who's touching me, and slip my hand up my stomach. "I don't think I'd be able to help myself."

"I'd like that," he says, very quietly. "I'd like to have you in my arms."

"Me, too." I spread my hand over my breast and begin kneading gently. My breath catches, then releases on a sigh. "Oh, E, I wish these were your hands on me."

He sucks in his breath sharply, then slowly releases it. "Where would they be, if they were mine?"

When I tell him, he's quiet for a long moment, but it's a silence charged with electricity. I can just imagine him, eyes closed, face awash with desire, much like I am. He breaks the silence with a quiet noise, halfway between a sigh and a groan.