A mortal, you could see through the mist, quite something why Apollo had fallen in love with you.

But from time to time you found yourself thinking of him, then suddenly you brush that thought of your mind and continue doing your things. From the other side, he had promised you that he would live with you at Olympus, guess empty promises come and go.

You waited for sure, you knew he was a God, you knew how things worked above, you knew you were a mere mortal that could be replaced by the glimpse by a ray of the sun. Besides your knowledge, Apollo was sure of himself that he would see you again.

A good day, sun rays went through the window of your apartment and you just wished to go out and lay on the nearest park of your avenue. It was like a good day seemed to be starting.

But that ended—or began—as soon as you noticed the smelling of coffee being prepared, you got up from your bed, and without worries, thinking that may be a friend of yours, changed your clothes for comfortable ones, and walked out of your bedroom.

Golden curls and a bare back was facing you when you entered at the kitchen. You could be dreaming, you wished to, but this wasn't a dream, not even near to being. A mix of feelings crossed your heart and mind; longing, anger, shock, and the ones that didn't you know how to react.

Because you only knew one person with that characteristics, golden hair like the sun itself, a back fully of muscles, not that defined but the enough to make your mind go dizzy.