“I’m going to twist your head to the opposite side if you don’t stop staring at me” percy laughs at your morbid dialogue. “then I’ll lay on my other side so I can still be facing you” you roll your eyes and return to your book. percy however keeps his eyes trained on you. the way your hair falls into place like dominoes, your lips slightly parted, your eyes getting heavy with sleep- yet you remain reading your story- your hands holding the book so delicately. how could he possibly leave you alone when you were looking this gorgeous? he takes the book from your grasp and places it on the nightstand, ignoring your homicidal gaze “I was reading that!” you argue “you can read it tomorrow” percy wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to lay atop him. in your sleepy state you refrain from arguing further “if I slept at my cabin I bet none of my siblings would take my book away” you mumble into percy’s neck “that’s because your siblings don’t care about you like I do. you need to sleep” you sigh and nuzzle yourself further into percy’s skin, therefore proving his point that you were indeed exhausted “percy?” “yeah?” “I hate you” percy softly laughs and places a tender kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around your frame “I love you too”