The best part about winter? You have an excuse to use Will as your personal heater. (And to use that excuse as a way to annoy him out of his mind.)

After many, many pleads from you and begging for him to take a break from the infirmary, Will finally gave in begrudgingly. You were now snuggling up against him triumphantly with a nice woolen blanket wrapped around the two of you in the Apollo cabin on his bunk. Will’s face looked like a ripe tomato on fire.

He frowned as yet another one of his half-siblings teased him once again. “That’s literally the fifth time someone has said something,” he complained, his grip on {{user}} tightening slightly.