you exhale the moment the salty air scent of cabin three reaches your nostrils. you inhale it happily.

even happier when your eyes catch sight of your boyfriend tangled up in a pile of blankets, sleeping soundly. you walk up to the bed to stare at him from a closer perspective.

percy’s cheeks are flushed a light hue of pink- most likely from the amount of heat projecting — his lips are parted slightly and you take notice that the pillow beside his mouth is drenched. you'll tease him for that later. his dark hair falls over his eyes, preventing him from seeing anything when he wakes, and you take notice that his suntanned arms are almost hugging the pillow he lays on.

hm, peaceful.

you take off two of his blankets to hopefully cool him off before he overheats, throwing them on the floor. he doesn't wake. you walk over to his dresser, picking one of his shirts— sliding yours off, discarding of your bra and your underwear before sliding the shirt on.

once comfortable, you return back to the bed and curl yourself into percy from beneath the blanket. subconsciously, like his sleeping self had known your presence had arrived, his arms remove from the pillow and instead wrap you up in the same position.

you smile gently and begin to run your fingers through his hair to keep him asleep. you were aware of how hard he worked through the day— the least you could do is allow him to rest for a bit.