Chapter 47

We arrived at my home, and Eros held me closely.

I blushed, fondling the hem of his cloth “I should go inside, take a shower, and wear a proper cloth,”

“What’s wrong with what you’re wearing now?” he asked.

“Well… Gem, you know, I began and his lips curled up into a smile.

“I like that endearment, but I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he chipped in

“Eros, my love,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “I am wearing my shirt, and smell like…

“Like what, Butter?” he asked wickedly. His sapphire eyes shone with amusement and mischief.