"do you want a bite?"

you scowl. percy had left the bed five minutes ago and had returned with a bowl of ice cream for only himself. "fuck you."

he laughs to your dismay. "been there, done that." you sigh angrily and roll over onto your tummy, your face digging into the pillow. you can barely breathe but it's possibly better then responding to your boyfriend's crude response. percy removes his hand from the bowl, letting it rest on his chest, and using that hand to rub the skin of your back to soothe you from your frustration. but his hand is cold and it does not soothe you.

"percy!" you roll back over, facing him. "your hand is freezing!"

his brows furrow. "I was trying to be comforting."

"think, perseus, think!" you aggressively tap his forehead.

he takes your finger and kisses the pad of it, then leaving it to rest on his chest as he takes the bowl back. he takes a spoonful of ice cream and hands it out to you.

"open up, sweet girl."