Luke’s a sucker for you. And, more than anything, he’s a sucker for casual makeout sessions.

To be specific, the ones with you.

You, his beloved girlfriend, one of the hottest girls in camp. Your hair falling naturally and perfectly over your shoulders without the slightest effort, and that body and face he could stare at and admire for hours.

Gods, the only time he’d ever thank a god is for making you.

And, well, it’s no secret that the son of Hermes has a thing for laid-back, casual stuff. What else would you expect?

Not that he’s obsessed with you or anything (he totally is), but almost every night, he sneaks off somewhere just to steal at least ten minutes with you.

Forget it, he's far too cheeky to even attempt doing it in private places, but if he ever did, it would be for the sake of his good reputation among the younger campers.

He tries to remember, seriously, but the second his lips are on yours, he turns into a total goner. Smiling between kisses, letting his hands roam until you swat him away with a playful slap, giggling while he's throwing out teasing or suggestive comments...

He loves anything that gives him an excuse to breathe the same air as you, and right now, with his lips on yours during a casual make-out session near the lake, with you pinned against a tree, why would he care about getting a scolding from Chiron?

"Mmm... you said you were mine tonight, didn’t you?" he murmured softly, but the cheeky and playful tone wasn’t lost between kisses. "Nah, baby, you’re mine forever."

His tone was cheeky and playful, his kisses soft and slow, his touches on your waist gentle. Sometimes you seriously thought he saw you as the most delicate yet sensual thing.

Could there be a better balance?