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“not top five book boyfriends but maybe top ten.”
“am I on that list?”
your brows furrow. “no.”
“but you read books and I’m your boyfriend that buys these books.”
“that’s not—” you take a second to collect yourself. “thats not what that means.”
“well then,” percy sighs. “enlighten me, sweet girl.”
you place your book flat down on the nearest surface, which happens to be percy’s back, keeping your fingers over the pages to hold your place.
“it means the love interest in the book.”
“oh. so like that L-Y-H-F-A-B-C whatever the hell, guy you love.”
“what the fuck?” you laugh almost uncontrollably.
“what? you know what I mean, that blond guy.”
percy lifts his head from your sternum to look up at your giggling self. as your hold on your book goes limp, he takes it and bookmarks it before you lose your page.
“I do know what you mean! but—” you wipe tears from your eyes. “but that’s not the acronym.”
“well it’s something along those lines.”
“it is, yes, you got the first four.”
you wipe the remainder of water from your eyes before taking deep breaths to recollect yourself. you sit up. percy does the same but beside you.
“are you done laughing at me now?”
“long-term? no. for now? yes.” you peck his cheek.
his hand finds the apex of your thigh from beneath the blanket, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “are you going back to reading now?”
you shake your head. “I’ll finish it tomorrow.”
“how nice of you, sweet girl.”
percy rolls back over and onto your tummy again. his strong arms encircle your waist. you pat his dark locks comfortingly.
“that doesn’t mean you can fall asleep on me.” you tangle your fingers within his hair in a repeated pattern.
“let me assure you that when you’re touching my hair like this, I won’t be getting any sleep.”
you feel it following his words. you attempt to push him off but his hold his firm.
“you’re weird.”
percy smiles and kisses your skin. “thanks sweet girl.”
you know, however, that when you play with his hair, it was inevitable that he would be asleep within minutes. it reminded you of a golden retriever.
you slip your hands down to his upper back, lazily tracing patterns against it.
“I was thinking about baking something tomorrow.”
“ooo, can I help?”
“well, we can’t do anything until we figure out what to bake first.” you roll your eyes gaily at his enthusiasm.
“as long as it’s blue and made by you I’ll eat it.”
you assumed as much. “well not cake…. I just made cupcakes the other day. cookies, maybe, I haven’t made some in a while.”
“I’m not opposed to that.” percy’s fingers rub your hips.
“then cookies it is. and you’re not mixing the dry ingredients this time.”
“you don’t think I’m sexy covered in flour?”
fuck yes you do. “no.”
“you’re only lying to yourself.”
“well you’re not going to be covered in flour again, so...”
“okay…” he thinks for a second. “but need I remind you of the way you look at me when we’re at the lake—”
“you know what? maybe you should go to sleep, that sounds like a great idea!”
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