Percy reached for the scarf, and I momentarily panicked. As a daughter of Athena, I'd never been much of a fan of Aphrodite¾she was just a self-obsessed party goddess, as far as I was concerned. Everything she stood for was highly impractical.
Before I could stop him, Percy's hands clasped around the pink scarf. Immediately, I felt my knees begin to buckle. How could I not have noticed how gorgeous he was? I mean, honestly. In that moment, he was more attractive than any movie star I'd ever seen. Maybe even more attractive than any god.
And he was so nice and brave and funny. He'd already saved my life a few times, and he never seemed arrogant about it at all. I wondered if he knew how amazing he was. No way he couldn't, I mean . . .
I found myself running toward him, ready to kiss him or hug him or something equally as rash, when I snapped out of it.
I'm a daughter of Athena, I thought, I shouldn't be so affected by love magic.
I snatched the scarf from his hands and shoved it into my backpack. "No love magic for you."
Percy shot me a confused look but didn't respond.
Percy having love magic like that just was not fair. Without it, he was already stunningly attractive and funny and brave. More on top of that? Not fair. Not fair at all.