"Excuse me."

Cupid froze at the light tapping on his shoulder.

He was invisible to people so why had a woman just touched him and spoken to him meaning she could see him!

He let the arrow fly at his target - because that love story meant the survival of English voles - and slowly turned.

Her eyes flicked everywhere, because each time she looked at him her delicate pink cheeks got deeper red.

In a rush she said, "I'm sorry, weapons are illegal. Do you realise you shot that man with an arrow? And that you aren't wearing any clothes?"

She clapped her hands over her eyes, then moved two fingers slightly to peek through. He didn't miss how her gaze roved over his sleek physique.

Cupid adjusted his quiver and felt himself respond. "You can see me?"

"Of course I can! I think that cop can too! Come here."

She pulled him toward a nearby doorway.

"Pretend we're a couple. Talking." The little hitch of her breath when their bodies made contact almost undid him. "I'll cover your, uh, parts."

Her arms slid around his sides, hesitantly surveying as they went. Her hands stilled for a nanosecond where his wings grew from his back before continuing their curious exploration.

Cupid had never felt such a touch that burned so exquisitely. He pulled her against him more tightly.

Her irises expanded and her breath came faster. "It'd be more convincing if we kissed."

"I've never wanted to kiss anyone more," he responded.

The moment their lips met his soul melded with the woman's as One.

The local news that night would report unexplainable showers of rose petals over the city and the inexplicable sound of invisible harp music.

When they pulled apart mere millimetres, a deep voice said, "Are you okay there, Miss?"

She jumped, turning quickly to hide his nakedness from the officer.

"Don't mind my ... boyfriend," she stumbled over the word. His heart whispered 'soulmate' to hers which swooned in response.

The cop's eyes looked blindly through him, as they should.

She squirmed when Cupid licked her ear.

The cop frowned. "Do you feel okay?"

"Enough already!" Cupid conjured a finger dart to flick at the cop who rushed off to tell his wife he loved her.

The woman turned and swatted his shoulder. "You wicked imp!"

"I'm not an imp."

He snapped his fingers, transporting them to the opulent bedroom of his palace.

"Cupid, god of Love at your undying service. You are?"

"I'm Amore."

"Of course. My other name is Eros. Let me demonstrate."

Cupid scooped her up and flew her where they could do exactly that.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Read the next chapter to see the original fuller version of this story, which was written for the 2019 @cupid Aim To Engage contest - but I didn't read the prompt correctly, hence, I published it here as a one-off instead because I was so happy for Cupid. Please remember to vote and share  :)