Okay, so I'm rereading the Percy Jackson series, and I keep finding sweet little Percabeth moments. This is one of them! It's going to be pretty short - most of them will be. It takes place in TLT. (:
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO series; Rick Riordan does. He is AMAZING.
Annabeth's POV
We had just arrived in the Underworld and we were riding in Charon's boat across the Styx. It had this odd green glow, one I'd seen before – poison. That thought made me sick. I felt scared and alone and I really needed some reassurance that we weren't going to die, because I sure did feel like it. Not knowing what else to do to keep my nerves down, I grabbed hold of Percy's hand. Under normal circumstances, this would have been embarrassing, but he squeezed my hand, so I knew it was okay. I felt a small tingle in my fingertips that started to grow up my arm, making it feel like I had goosebumps, but it didn't feel...bad. It actually felt...nice. I have NO idea why. Not at all. It was most definitely NOT the fact that his hand was surprisingly warm and soft, despite the callouses. Yep, most definitely not.