You slip into his bedroom, barely catching yourself before you trip over the overly decorated windowsill - did your foot knock over a plant - again-?

"My love!" Eros cried upon hearing your familiar clumsy racket. His arms were around you before you could even say hello or properly re-balance yourself.

"Oh, how I missed you!" He lovingly whispered into your hair, his voice softening, "If I could touch you in public, I know I could never let you go."