percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water magic · blue hoodie · protective · romantic · adventure
The cabin door slams open, letting in a shaft of late-afternoon sunlight that cuts across the dusty floor. Percy Jackson lies boneless across your bunk, his dark head resting on your stomach, one hand loosely gripping the hem of his blue hoodie. Leo is perched on the opposite bed, a knowing smirk on his face. An Aphrodite girl stands in the doorway, eyes wide. Percy groans, burrowing his face into your shirt. "Not now," he mutters, but his fingers find yours and hold tight. Why do they always find him here?