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• Chapter 8—
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• I focused on my attitude so it wouldn’t seem like I was in too much of a daze. I pestered my wretched belonging called ‘My cell phone’, thinking of what I was going to wear tomorrow....and Taylor. Then about how I was going to explain that a dragon—and something else—was attending my school. Hopefully he wouldn’t get worse. After he picked me up from school, I unknowingly agreed to play 20 questions with him, only I got to ask 3 while he got 47. My question weren’t even longer than 3 words—he kept interrupting me! His new jealousy—or protectiveness as Eros called it—was utterly cute. The way he stared down every guy who took notice of me was flattering. I smiled.
• “What’re you smiling about?” Eros’ enchanting voice came. I slanted my head back on the pillow to see him standing there sweaty with a towel around his neck...and shirtless. A blush spread across my cheeks like a wildfire.
• “Uh....I...” I stuttered.
• Say something!!!!
• “How are you feeling?” I inquired, my voice cracking. Eros looked me over curiously.
• “I’m fine. How was school?” he reached into the fridge, rummaging for a drink evidently.
• “Great!” I answered a tad bit too quickly.  He glanced at me over his shoulder, wrinkling his nose as if he smelled something horrid.
• “What’s wrong? Do I have something on my face?!” I swiped my hands down my face, seeing if anything rubbed off.
• “You’re.....blushing.” he separated the two words--but dragged the second one—pressing the water bottle’s rim to his perfect lips. I felt my heart capsize in my chest as I settled down. This was one of the things that I couldn’t STAND about Eros. It didn’t make any sense what so ever. If he was the God of Love, you’d expect for him to want affection. Correct? Wrong. He hated it when I blushed or showed any sign of me finding him attractive or affection. It was like he was still warming up to me, even thought we’d been “together” for nearly a month. How’d he expect to “give” love and not have it returned!? IDIOT!!!! I scowled, not realizing he was now fretting over his previous comment. I felt his smooth hand--actually the backside—nudge lightly again my forehead. Only when he placed both of his hands on the side of my face did I snap out of my trance. I gasped inwardly when his turquoise blue eyes literally sparkled as I focused on them. My eyes widened by a huge amount and my mouth barely opened. His candy sweet breath rolled onto my face, leaving me in a stun.
• “Jamie? You ok? You look furious.” He frowned. I shut my eyes and burrowed my eyebrows, shaking my head.
• “I’m...super.” I choked out. Reopening my eyes, I saw him wearing that crooked smile I loved so much.  He was probably thinking of me like I was his child who had worried him for nothing. Eros tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned in for what seemed like an upside down kiss (I’m still lying on the couch and he’s leaning over my head). At the last second, he tilted my head down so he kissed my forehead. As if that wasn’t weird enough, he sat next to me, dragged his hands over my shoulders and to the back of my head, and.....hugged me. I felt his hard chest crush mine, his heavy sigh making my head throb furiously.
• All I could think was: ‘what’s he doing?’  I was so afraid to return his touch with my own—I didn’t want to scare him off or ruin this rare experience. He breathed deeply again and I could tell something was troubling him.
• “I’m sorry....” he whispered, his words almost inaudible. “I’m so very sorry....”
• “Eros, what’s wrong?” I asked worriedly, my blush no longer existing.
• Eros backed up, his hands clutching to my shoulders and his bronze hair blocking his eyes. I unconsciously raised my hand to his. To my surprise, he didn’t snatch his hand away like he did all the other times. Instead, he looked up at me with uneasy eyes.
• “What’s wrong?” I repeated, this time more urgent.
• “I’ve been so caught up with Valentine’s Day closing in and all that I’ve been rude to you for the past few days. I feel awful for it.” He mourned.
• I blinked. “That’s it?”
• “What do you mean ‘that’s it’?! It’s not like me to be a jerk!” he boasted. “Stop laughing!”
• He seemed desperate to earn my apology—as if it was that important. I don’t know what came over me, but the next thing I knew, I had flung myself onto him, wrapping my arms around his torso.
• “Oh Eros! It may not be like you to be so hostile, but that doesn’t mean you should be so self-conscious! Besides, you can’t be nice 24/7 without cracking sometime, right?” I giggled, not becoming aware of how tense his body had become.
• “Jamie,” He groaned. By the time I caught my error, it was too late. A light pink puff of smoke exploded and the sweet smell of rich chocolate filled my lungs as I gasped. The fog was cool when it blew my bangs and hair back from my face and fluttered underneath my clothes. I had forgotten to untangle myself from his body, so when the smoke dispersed, my red face was rubbing against a bare, muscular, chest. Timidly, I cowered off of him with my head down. Eros fit legs were barely covered by a small white skirt-like cloth that hardly went farther than fingertip-length. They pulled back once I was kneeling at his feet and I hurriedly averted my gaze when he kneeled as well. I hastily elevated my eyes to see his face, but it was hidden by his hands. Besides him being half-naked, the second thing I saw was his silvery/platinum wavy hair that was now in a long, neat braid that curved all the way down to the small of his back.
• I said his name quietly, just in case he was going to erupt at any moment. What caught me off guard was what he was doing. I must’ve been hallucinating because the Eros I know wouldn’t be so......soft. He lowered his face to his knees and stayed like that until I placed my hand on his back. His head shot up and almost immediately my heart shattered into a million pieces. Eros’ strong jaw line had turned into that of a tween’s—boyish and round—and his turquoise blue eyes changed to an electric green. But his transformation wasn’t what surprised me. It was what was cascading down his milkweed face as he looked at me hopelessly. 
• “E-Eros...” I stuttered, bewildered. Abruptly he glowered at me, or something I had said, and in a second, he was standing. I looked up with him, new salty tears trickling down my face as he dashed to his room like an angry child who just got punished or yelled at. I sat there with my mouth agape at what I just saw. I winced when his door slammed shut and shook nearby vases. A trembling hand rose to my curled lips and I briskly looked around in shock, stood up—but not as gracefully as him—and wearily ascended the stairs to my room. My whole body felt cold, yet hot, from that glare he’d given me right before he left me sitting there. What did it mean? Was he furious at me? Was he going to avoid me? If so: for how long? Wait....what if he was going to leave?! No! No! NO! I couldn’t let him abandon me like my family did. It was unfair!
• Stifling a sob, I fumbled with the knob to my room hurriedly like a maniac was about to kill me at any moment. I was overreacting as usual. I guess....I was just horrified of the idea of being alone again. Everybody had left when I was just 13. I had a good reason to be precautious with this kind of things. I sat on my Gir-covered bed and sighed heavily. All this crying had me worn out. It was almost like I had gained a friend, and lost another. No. Never! Eros wasn’t pissed at me, right? Of course not! What is one little transformation that lasted for who knows how long and that was my entire fault because I was being dumb and forgot about his one condition going to change anything between us?!
• Damn....when put like that it sounded horrible. I laughed once, laying back on my bed and closing my eyes.
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