"He's a plaything, beautiful and enticing," Aphrodite admitted. "But he isn't you."
The fingers on his cheek ran gently up though his hair. Her eyes were locked on his. "In my long life, I've only loved one man." Then Aphrodite smiled, a barely there expression as she watched him. "I'm sorry I ignored you."
Aphrodite may have been as stubborn as a mule and as vicious as a snake, but she was also love incarnate and that had to come before everything else. Love could be risked, but never to the point where it was lost.