My Boyfriend is a Dead Roman Hero | Jason Grace

I Make a Gamble

"Out of anything in the world that you could remember - including your own middle name - the only thing that stuck around through your amnesia was Sharknado?" Julie shrieks, horrified.

Jason grins at her. "Not the only thing! Sometimes, I get The YMCA stuck in my head."

"Maybe I should have checked you more thoroughly for brain damage after that last brick."

"Hey," Jason pouts.

Juliette groans, pulling her cheeks down with her palms in exasperation. She's not able to wipe her smile away, though. Because what in the actual Nine Muses, Jason? "You're so fucking weird."

"So, can we watch it?"

"You're serious?!"

"Yes!" He laughs, lunging over her to snatch the remote off the coffee table. Julie lunges for it too and accidentally knocks it onto the floor.

There's a moment where they both freeze. They look at each other. They narrow their eyes.

Then, they both leap off the couch and dive onto the carpet.

"It's a good movie!"

"I AM NOT WATCHING SHARKNADO!"

Julie's palm ends up squished against Jason's cheek. His entire bodyweight flops on her back as she tries elbowing him away so she can reach the remote first. Jason's laughing right into her ear, which is probably the only reason he hasn't just used one hand to hold her down while he very easily wins this standoff. His hands draw back from reaching for the remote and end up clasped onto her waist. Juliette squeaks in surprise when his weight lifts up off of her long enough to flip her over.

In barely a second, Juliette is on her back on the carpet, staring up at Jason as he hovers over her, smirking.

Oh, okay. Maybe he had another reason for letting that go on so long.

"Hi?" She cheeps, voice high and squeaky.

Jason grins wider, eyes sparkling with triumph. Julie forgets how to breathe. "You feel alright?" He asks smugly.

"Wha-Yeah. I'm good."

"Are you?"

"Mhm."

"Your face is turning purple."

"No, it isn't."

Jason barks a laugh, throwing his head back, and Juliette soaks in the sound. She can't stop herself from smiling. Her chest feels like it's made out of poprocks. Her blood feels carbonated. And, that sound always sets off firecrackers all down her spine.

He must see that in the look on her face. The smirk returns. The one that means he knows he has her wrapped around his finger. Jason leans down slowly, purposely hovering his lips just barely over hers for a moment. Just long enough that Juliette gets impatient and and has to break character, sitting up slightly herself to finish closing the distance for a kiss.

She'd be annoyed at him for finding her devotion so amusing, but gods the confidence it makes gleam in his eye...Julie really is just putty in this boy's hands. She would do anything for him.

Apparently, that includes watching Sharknado.

Jason's distraction works. Julie vaguely registers him lifting a hand up to the side and using the stale NYC apartment air to deliver the remote into his waiting grasp. But, he does so in between slipping his fingers under the hem of Julie's shirt and pressing his teeth into her lower lip. So, she's a little preoccupied. He finds no competition from her in securing his victory in the Great Remote War of October 22nd.