***DYLAN'S POV***
What is this feeling? I don't like it. It feels warm. Can he stop touching me? I feel strange. I feel like kissing him—Wait, what? Did I just—
"SO YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME!?!?" He joyfully screamed.
"Wh—what?! N—no I, I'm, no I can't be, this—this is not possible I don't have that emotion...I don't feel that..." I was a blushing mess.
Was I in love?! Is this what love feels like?
"You are, aren't you?" Cupid smirked.
This is not good...
I placed my hands on top of his and forced them off my face.
"Don't touch me," I mumbled as I looked away.
"What was that dear?" He leaned in.
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
"You're gonna have to speak up if you want me to hear," he whispered in my ear.
I covered my ear, red-faced, "S—stop! Give me some room to breathe a little," I said trying to make him go away.
"Trouble breathing? Do you need CPR?" He smiled mischievously.
I hate him.
"No, I don't, now go away!"
"Do you think telling me to go away will work?" He got closer to my face.
He stared into my eyes and I looked back into his.
"Do you?" He asked again.
"Y—yeah?" I questioned.
"Wrong answer," he said as he crashed his lips onto mine.
Shit. No...
I kissed back hungrily. He was a good kisser so I couldn't resist.
But that doesn't mean I like him! He just trapped me again! I have no idea what I'm doing at the moment!
He put his hands on my waist and brought me closer, just as he was about to turn this into a make-out session, a knock on the door interrupted us.
What kind of moron decides to knock on my door at this time? They are ruining the moment!...Wait, what moment? What am I saying?!
Cupid clearly wanted me to ignore it, but I pushed him away and he whined.
No way in hell am I going to let him have what he wants.
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Cupid's Love
Romance[***Warning***] [Possible spelling erros though it's been edited] [Possible triggering topics; read at own risk] [Cringe old art jumpscares] Cupid, the god of love. He's great, handsome, and a flirt who's enticing to everyone he meets, who wouldn't...
