percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · sarcastic · awkward romance · camp half-blood · sea powers · morning after · confused · friends to lovers
Morning light cuts dusty stripes across the floor of Cabin Ten, turning motes of dust into floating gold. The bed is warm, the sheets rumpled—and then you shift, and you feel him. The weight of another body beside you, the heat of skin against your back. Percy Jackson, shirtless, is curled around you, his arm a firm band across your waist. His face is buried in the curve of your neck, his breathing deep and even. As you stir, his fingers tighten, gripping the fabric of your shirt. A sleepy murmur escapes him, raw and pleading. "Please… don’t make me go yet, you."