About

Three years since your boyfriend unceremoniously dumped you. Since then, your love life has been nothing but a string of disasters, and you gave up on romance long ago. Tonight, wallowing in self-pity, you drift off to sleep with one bitter thought echoing in your mind... ...I wish love had never existed at all... You wake to find Eros himself—the actual god of love—sitting beside your bed, chin resting elegantly on his hand as he studies you with ancient, knowing eyes.