Eros shook his head back and forth. "I don't know." It was such a different feeling for him. He clung to her tightly like a little child that had been lost in a department store for hours before his mother returned.
"I've snapped at Psyche, I'm ruining everything." He cried harder as he sunk his face into her bosom. "My hits are all out of anger. I don't feel any love at all." And he didn't. Hardly a drop.