As with the next chap this is The Love of an Olympian compliant with a few changes.
Luna can't explain what she felt when she nearly crashed into Apollo the day after the winter solstice. (Maybe due to the fact that he was shirtless and she'd been able to see beads of sweat trace their way down his lightly flushed face and chiselled chest.) She'd only been taking a walk - to clear her head - and he'd just appeared.
But she knows that she felt relieved when he smiled at her and flirted suggestively. (She'd thought such things would never occur again after they'd found out who her father was the afternoon before.)
She really couldn't explain what she felt when he called her beautiful and kissed her. She'd felt so many emotions that she felt as if she'd explode from bursting at the seams. Still, that hadn't stopped her from wrapping her arms around his neck, as he pulled her even closer, and twirling his curls around her slender fingers.
Then they finally parted from the other's lips and she keenly observed the transparent look that crossed Apollo's handsome features before he breathed somewhat hesitantly, "We're wanted."
"You're telepathic." There was only one possible answer as to who would be summoning them at a time like this.
Though it wasn't a question Apollo nodded while he took her hand in his gently as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Luna flushed at the thought and let him lead her towards the main palace of Olympus through the thick expanse of tall trees.
They stopped occasionally as Apollo helped her over fairly wide, fallen tree branches that seldom dotted the otherwise dazzling forest floor of emerald, as Luna grabbed and raised the fabric of her ankle-length chiton so as to not trip over it, trying not to flush at the way Apollo's lingering gaze swept over her whenever she did so.
This is a prelude to the next chapter which should be up soon.