"is there something on my face?" Percy seemed genuinely confused when more and more campers pointed at him during dinner ― giggling when they were met with his dumbfounded expression.

your knee hit the underside of the table ― rather loudly ― when you finally noticed your mistake, right there smudged across his cheek in an obvious red mark was the prominent stain of where you'd pressed a kiss to his skin.

"congrats Jackson!" someone ― a Hermes kid ― slapped him on the shoulder like he just won the lottery, grin on their face as they passed you too, a knowing hint of a smile playing on their face...

and Percy ― was just so sweetly unaware about your accidental claim on his face. it made your stomach flutter...