Aphrodite had her ways ― not that Percy really believed in any of that ! The son of Poseidon didn't believe in faith, didn't like prophecies... and yet, your sweet eyes looking him up and down had him almost beg for this to be that. He wanted this to be a thing ― a you and him together kind of thing. And Percy wasn't shy, never was shy, but... was the lake getting warmer, or was the sun just glaring down at him? ... Oh Gods.

"You should come right on me..." Caught in a daydream, the boy sputtered when he registered your words ― or what he thought you said, anyway. "Excuse me, What?"

"I said Camaraderie, Perce," the boy had to audibly swallow when you laughed at him ― you were laughing at him ! When did you even decide to hang out with him, he wasn't sure, but he felt damn lucky... and maybe, maybe, you two did have some kind of chemistry.

'Bed Chem', he'd heard your siblings giggle..., and yeah, the term fit perfectly. Shit.