“I cannot do this,” he says, lifting me off of him as he rises from the bed. “What?” I ask, confused. “I can hardly believe I am saying this, but I cannot claim you when your heart still so clearly cries out for another,” Eros says, with a sharp snort. “You love him, mortal, no matter how much you try to deny it. I can feel nothing but your desire for him ... and I will not take you when it is not me that you want.”
