It's been a few days since Psyche came to live with me, and so far it's going great. We've been getting to know each other pretty well, and besides being completely gorgeous, kind, and understanding, I've also learned that Psyche is quite funny, dedicated, and smart. 

Basically he's just become more and more attractive to me as time goes on, which is kind of bad because I'm constantly fighting the urge to touch him. I hate that our relationship has to be like this. I know practically everything about him but he doesn't even know my name or what I look like. 

And even though I really care about Psyche, I'm too scared to let my mother know. She can be terrifying, especially if she finds out that you're married to her arch nemesis. I know it's selfish and cowardly of me, but I just want Psyche all to myself without having to fight with my mother about our relationship. 

As I'm sitting on the couch brooding, Psyche walks into the room. I guess he can somehow tell where I am because he walks up behind me, puts his hands on top of my head, and rests his chin on his hands. "Hey there." He pokes my face gently, smiling. I grasp his finger tightly, not wanting to let go. "Come sit next to me," I murmur, patting the couch cushion beside me. 

He obediently complies, looking up at me with that heart melting gaze of his. "How can I be with someone like you, Psyche?" I wonder aloud. "You're too perfect." He blushes a little, looking down briefly. 

He looks back up and says "I'm not perfect. Besides, even though I don't know what you look like or something as simple as your name, you've been amazing to me over these past few days." He blushes again, and I cradle his small delicate hand in my large rough one. He puts his head on my shoulder, letting out a soft sigh of content that makes my heart flutter. 

We stay like that for a little bit before Psyche suddenly turns to me and asks "Would it be okay if I kissed you right now?" I nod furiously, blushing like crazy, until I remember that he can't see me, so I say "Please do." He leans closer to me, and I can smell his lavender shampoo. 

Before I can think any more about his scent, he closes his eyes and kisses me deeply. I close my eyes as well, and kiss him back with all of the passion I can muster. We both open our mouths and Psyche sneakily slips his tongue in. 

This moment right now is the best feeling I've ever had. He wraps his arms around my neck, and pulls my body closer to his. Psyche breaks away for a second, out of breath. "Can we got to my room?" he asks, and my heart speeds up. 

"I would love to," I say with as much confidence as I can manage without completely breaking apart. "Good," he says, standing up and beckoning for me to follow him. I do as he says, and we both walk into his room. 

Psyche shuts the door behind us and dims the lights. This action makes me wonder what on Earth we're going to do in here. Well, whatever happens, I'm sure it will be fun.