Crazy Holiday Blogfest - more DESTINED

Christine over at Christine's Journey is hosting a Crazy Holiday Blogfest today.  The rules are simple: post up to 250 words of any holiday you've written about.  It doesn't have to be Christmas or even a winter holiday.

Here's the quick background on this excerpt from DESTINED.  This is a retelling of the Cupid & Psyche myth, set in ancient Greece.  Sadie and Cupid are married, although Sadie still doesn't know his identity and can't see anything except his gorgeous blue eyes past the black cloud-like veil he hides behind.  He only comes to her at night, so she's been sulking her whole birthday since no one in the palace seems to know it's a special day.  The scene picks up when Cupid comes that night.

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      “Sadie,” he whispered before kissing me deeply. “I missed you today.”

A warm blush rose into my cheeks but I managed to return his gaze. “Me too,” I said, biting my lower lip in a confused attempt to look shy and sultry at the same time.

He ran his fingers through my hair while his eyes studied my face. “I need to know you more,” he said. “I’ve memorized your face, every feature, every eye lash even, but I need more. I want to know what you’re thinking, what you wish for, what makes you who you are.” 

I shook my head in confusion.  

“It’s agony to be away from you all day. The more I know about you, the more I’ll have to remember when I’m gone.” Then he looked at me with playfulness in his eyes. “So tell me everything… over cake.” He kissed me quickly and then extracted a package from the darkness of his clouded form.  

Once he’d untied the string and pulled away the cloth wrapping, I saw an amazing-looking cheesecake. My mouth watered as I stared at the scrumptious treat.  

“Happy eighteenth birthday.”

 “How’d you know?” I asked.

“I figured it was something a good husband ought to remember. You do like cheesecake, don’t you?”

“Who doesn’t?” I hopped up onto the bed, pulling a slice closer so I could begin shoveling the cake. 

But he stopped my hand before I even got the first bite. “Wait… this game has rules.”

I looked at him with narrowed eyes. Since when does eating cheesecake have rules?

I'd love to know your thoughts.  And be sure to check out the other entries that are linked up at Christine's Blog.