You started to think you might’ve regretted convincing Grover to sleep over with you.

The saytr boy had held you captive in your own cabin and in your own bed for the past hour. “Say you’ll stay,” Grover tugs on the back of your shirt, voice groggy and eyes barely open. “It’s too early to be getting up, don’t you think?” The sun has risen, the campers have left their cabins to make it to the dining hall or for training. And you? You’ve been trying to persuade the boy to let you go so you can make it in time for breakfast. Yet, you haven’t made much progress.

“No, don’t leave, please,” the curly-headed kid whines into your side, pressing his face into the fabric of your shirt, nuzzling into it like a baby. “Too comfy t’be leavin’..” You swear Eros had surely hit this kid with a love arrow the way he’s all over you.

“C’mon.. ‘s’not like we have anywhere to be,” he gently rests his head between your neck, adorning your clavicle with soft and quick kisses. Oh, gods, you couldn’t get enough of this lovesick kid.