Chapter 67: Looking For Trouble

For being the Lover's Cup, it put a damper on their relationship. Each night Rodrigo packed it away, each morning they woke cuddling the Cup, not each other. Other than a bit of kissing they avoided the physical expressions of their love. It felt too much like a child watched them. 

"So, if this is the Lover's Cup, how did that druid use to control his people?" Milene's hand brushed against his but slipped away when he tried to hold it. After weeks of walking hand in hand, it was painful not to have that connection.

"I expect he forced them to love him, or something like that."

The Cup buzzed in his head. The image of a child sticking its tongue out flashed in his head. 

"Why would the Cup let him do that?" Milene clenched and unclenched her hands, maybe she was missing the contact too.