Cupid Calling

by Viano Oniomoh

Excitement made his blood race as the scenes bloomed in his imagination, bright and vivid—petals and greenery surrounding the couple in a tender embrace—and Ejiro’s hands itched desperately for his drawing tablet.

“Thank you,” Ejiro whispered. “I’ll never forget this.” Obiora swallowed with difficulty, holding him tighter. “It was my pleasure, honestly.”

“Baby, breathe for me.”

“Fuck, baby, it’s so good to hear your voice.” Ejiro sighed dreamily, like a freaking Disney princess. Yeah, maybe Blessing had been onto something; Ejiro was definitely in love.

“I love you,” Ejiro whispered, unable to contain it anymore.