“c’mere, sweet girl. what’s with the social distancing?” percy pats the spot next to him, beckoning you over.

“you. you like to feel me up.”

percy rolls his eyes and grabs one of your arms dragging you over to him and instead beside him, placing you on his lap. his arms wrap around your hips, not before he places yours around his shoulders lazily.

either the warmth of the hot tub water, or the close proximity between you and your boyfriend has your cheeks flushing pink. though perhaps both.

you sigh and pretend anger. percy smirks at your antics. “don’t frown, sweet girl.”