“Mmh… it feels weird..” Jason lightly groans as your the soft pad of your finger gently moves down his scar on his lip. His eyes are tightly closed shut, cheeks flushed with a soft crimson on his cheeks. Gods, he feels like just pass out simply just by your little bit of affection. As if it’s killing him.

The gentleness and curiosity in your eyes sends his heart into spiral. The way you make sure not to roughly press your finger against his scar, the way you don’t even notice how badly your careful affection is making him swoon per second. Everything you do makes him fall in love again, as if he was back at Camp Half-Blood, where you two met originally.

He feels like a twelve-year-old boy with a crush again. And it’s all because of you. The yellow-orange beams of light sneak past the curtains and reflect onto your skin. Is this the heavens? the sweetest spot that Jason has dreamed of for — Gods know how long. He’s craved for each with you for so long, it hurts to even remember.