He holds me, and I am safe, momentarily sheltered from the darkness.

I usually don't allow anyone to touch me like this, but if he can't, no one else can.

He touches me, and I am swept up in his hands, away from the shattered world that lays outside this safe haven,

this mindless dream that I am drunk on.

I don't care about anyone else, only him.

Him and his beautiful arms and mouth and eyes.

I lay my head on his chest and snuggle in, closing my eyes and forgetting everything except for this beauty I don't deserve.

He smiles down at me like I am the only girl in the, and I look at him as if he is the only boy.

Because he is.

To me.

It's in Annabeth's POV and the boy is obviously Percy. It takes place somewhere between TLO and TLH.