I keep forgetting I should let you go
But when you look at me, the only memory,
Is us kissing in the moonlight
I can't remember to forget you
THALIA
I sat back waiting for Percy's dare. It better be good. Luke so deserved it.
Especially after I caught him cheating on me.
The jerk. It's not like I could dare him, 'cause that would just make me look like a really over-possessive, jealous ex. Which I sooo was not.
"I dare you to…" he whispered something into Luke's ear all the while grinning at me slyly.
I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering what the heck that idiot was planning.
Luke certainly didn't look pissed off, or scared. In fact he looked pretty happy. Too happy for someone who'd just broken up with their girl-friend.
Getting up Luke whipped of his shirt, and I had to try my best to stop staring and not drool.
Which was harder than you might think. Then he turned and walked towards the bathroom giving me a good view of his backside.
Hey, just because I had broken up with him didn't mean I wanted to. He deserved it. Though now I thought about it I wondered who was really benefiting from this.
Definitely not me. Luke turned and looked at me intently. "Hey Thalia, could you come here for a sec."
No way was I falling for that. "No," I replied impassively. But Luke didn't even acknowledge what I said; he just turned and walked into the bathroom.
Like he knew I was going to listen to what he said and get up and follow him like a puppy.
I stared at the closed bathroom door furiously. Because the problem was he was right.
Making a big show I got up slowly and scowled, so I didn't seem eager and stomped towards the bathroom.
"What?" I hissed, closing the door behind me to find Luke leaning against the sink, still shirtless I might add.
He gave me his lazy smile, the one that made my heart race at 3000 miles a second and cause me to feel all wobbly-kneed.
Stupid hormones. Stupid Aphrodite. Luke leaned closer, so I could smell a familiar trace of mint and soap, with a nice musky scent lingering on his skin, making me feel light-headed.
But in a good way. He gave me an amused smile, as if he knew the exact affect he was having on me.
That sobered me up. But only a bit. "What?" I asked again, tapping my shoe impatiently against the floor.
He brushed his lips against mine and breathed in deeply. "God I missed you so much."
I pushed him away, with a lot of effort. "Yeah, well it's not my fault."
He pulled me against his chest and traced kisses up and down my neck, causing me to shiver.
"Come on Thals, I'm a son of Hermes. What do you expect?" Okay, that was sooo un-fair.
I opened my mouth to shoot back an angry retort when suddenly an idea formed in my head and I smiled.
"Luke," I whispered seductively. He looked up raising an eyebrow. "Could I tell you something?"
I trailed a finger down the side of his face. He gave me a cocky grin, so sure he had won me over.
"Yeah Thals?" "I would totally get back with you," I said, giving my best Drew imitation. "But like I can't 'cause like I'm seeing someone."
Luke who had been busy playing with the strap of my shirt jerked his head up. "What?"
I bit my lip to keep from smiling. "So wait a minute." He said pulling away and giving me an appraising look.
"You've been seeing someone the whole time behind my back." "I'm sorry," I shrugged. "I didn't know that was a problem." He started to interrupt but I cut him off.
"I mean if you can go behind my back and make out with every second girl, I think its fine that I can do the same with only one guy."
I gave him an innocent look. Realisation seemed to dawn across his face, and he raked a hand through his hair.
"Wow, when you put it like that…" he rubbed the back of his neck, having the decency to look sheepish.
"Wow, I've been such a jerk." "Yeah," I said, propping myself onto the sink top. "You have."
"God, I'm sorry Thals. You must hate me so much right now." No, not really. "Yeah. I've actually been playing darts for the past week, shooting at your face."
He smiled at me as if this was funny. It absolutely was not. "I'm sorry," said Luke, picking me up and pressing me back so I was trapped between him and the wall.
"I really hope I haven't ruined everything." I searched his face for any signs of insincerity but found none.
"Well you could make it up to me." I whispered softly, raking my hands through his soft, smooth hair, inhaling his scent deeply.
He seemed to get the idea, and wove his hands through my hair. I traced my hands down his broad chest.
And when he pressed his lips to mine the room seemed to spin, making my heart rate quicken.
He slid off the straps of my tank top nuzzling along my collarbone, and I clutched tighter at his shoulders as his hand slipped under my shirt.
A soft moan escaped my mouth and Luke chuckled, I could feel the reverberation on my neck.
"So," I said breathlessly, "Does this mean we're back together?"
He looked up, blue eyes glinting. "You tell me, "
