Adonis barrels toward me, circular glasses in place as he pouts. Harmonia releases her hold on my arm as he gets near, pouncing before wrapping me in his arms and sweeping me off my feet. “Oh my Gods, Adonis,” I squeal as he spins me around, then places me back down on my feet before him. His hands remain at my waist, and I instinctively press my palms into his chest.
