Chapter 7

Mary's P.O.V

Percy was gone for the evening. I'm not sure why, all I knew was that he was talking to Chiron. I was alone in the cabin. At about eight o'clock when there was a knock on the door. Luke opened the door and stood in the door way without a t-shirt on.

Oh Gods, I thought as my heart skipped a beat.

"Hey baby," I said sweetly.

He walked in and shut the door. He smiled slyly and locked the door.

Oh good Gods. Whats he doing? I thought.

He walked over to my bunk and sat down next to me. I leaned over and kissed him passionately. I tangled my hands into his hair and leaned forward, forcing him to lean backwards. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me down. As I lay on top of him I pulled away and whispered,

"Let go of me."

He looked very confused. "Why hon?"

"My brother. He trusts me and I'd feel really guilty if something happened to break that trust," I said. Wow, that didn't sound like me.

Luke groaned and let go of me. I rolled to the side of him and sat up. He leaned against my pillow.

"I'm really sorry Luke. I really am. This is just so hard," I mumbled.

"It's okay Mary. Whatever happens, I'll always love you," he said sitting up and wrapping me in a hug.

I leaned my face into his warm chest. Gods, he smelled good.

I really wanted this. Theres nothing I wanted more in the world. But Percy... I couldn't let him down. I was trying to change, but with Luke that was really, really hard to. I wanted him so bad... I hate my teenage brain.

"So what do you want to do?" he finally asked. He let go of me and I leaned away.

"I finished perfecting a song on the guitar!" I said slyly, remembering what song it was.

"I wanna hear it!" he exclaimed.

We grinned at eachother as I grabbed my guitar and started to play and sing "Lust A Prima Vista" by the Spill Canvas.

"In one fell swoop it became clear to me,
that I despise you entirely,
but the good news is I'm gonna keep you around
And so your lust is just convenient now

Crack open a bottle of red
Let's toast to this here bed
Offer up your hand
My one night, two month, three year stand

And all at once it became clear to me,
that you're allergic to honesty
And you don't even have a friend around
And so my lust is just convenient now

Crack open a bottle of red
Let's toast to this here bed
Offer up your hand
My one night, two month, three year stand

I'm on my knees,
but so are you
Unfortunately for the wrong reasons
I keep incessantly believing that you're pure,
but you know it's not true

There's nothing wrong with being lonely

Crack open a bottle of red
Let's toast to this here bed
Offer up your hand
My one night, two month, three year stand

Crack open a bottle of red
Let's toast to this here bed
Offer up your hand
My one night, two month, three year stand..."

"Wow," he breathed. "That didn't really help me get my mind off of you."

I smiled. I put my guitar down and leaned over to him.

"Screw this," I whispered as I kissed him. When I leaned away for air, I felt his hands on my waist, creeping around on my skin. I got goosebumps.

"Like I sang, theres nothing wrong with being lonely Luke," I whispered.

He grinned. "Thank the Gods."

Then we got what we wanted.