You wake to the sun coming in, warming your face despite being stifled by the purple curtains.

It takes you a moment to get your bearings, but when you do you come to realize that this is not your room- nor is it the spare bunk you were given when you arrived at Camp Jupiter. You shift and notice the arm around your waist- not exactly startling, given the situation, but news- and turn fully to come face to face with-

Oh, Gods.

Octavian, the incredibly stuck-up and annoying Augur of Camp Jupiter, is lying next to you, shirtless, with his face pressed against your chest. This must be his room.