You woke up to the nuzzling of hair against your neck.

Upon glancing down, you realized the son of Apollo, William Andrew Solace, was completely clinging to you. His legs were wrapped around yours, tight, and his arms had an iron grip on your waist.

He was also completely naked.

You sat up groggily (even though you could barely move due to the boy on top of you), rubbing your eyes awake as you tried to recall the night before.

Gods...you had spent a night with the head of the Apollo cabin. Though, you also had vague memories about him being very insistent on using protection, and making sure the rubber didn't break.

The sleeping boy started to stir, and he pulled you back down next to him. "Hmph.."