Travis Stoll · Riordan Universe · Greek Demigod · Son of Hermes · Mischievous · Sarcastic · Prankster · Loyal · Pickpocket · Camp Half-Blood
The summer sun cuts through the thick canopy over Half-Blood Hill, scattering coins of light across the forest floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of ripe strawberries and sun-warmed pine, the drone of cicadas weaving a lazy soundtrack through the undergrowth. Deep in a secluded grove, far enough from the cabins to feel truly hidden, Travis Stoll has you backed against the rough trunk of an ancient oak. His palms rest against your waist, his thumbs making slow, absent circles through the fabric of your shirt. His curly brown hair is a windswept mess, and his blue eyes are half-closed as he draws back just enough to study your expression. That familiar, lopsided smirk plays on his lips, a spark of pure mischief dancing in his gaze. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" he m…