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"Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold."
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Percy stared at her, the smallest smile on his lips as he stared down at his beautiful girlfriend. Her long curly hair was everywhere, eyes closed but the softest smile on her lips. She was curled into his side he could barely feel his left arm, but that was just a minor problem. She was so adorable, his Ana...he never wanted to let her go. The oversized blanket laid just over her shoulders so only her head peaked through. She looked gorgeous in the blue sheets.
He tried to gently move his arm out of the way so he could go make her some breakfast before she woke up. The second he barely budged, he felt her curl more in his side. He gave a small shake of his head and tried to move again—again, no use. The third time, a raspy, small voice finally said;
"You're waking me up, you ass."
Percy gave a small grin, "I'm trying to go make us breakfast."
She ignored him and curled more into him, now wrapping an arm around him the best she could. "No. Stay."
"Ana—"
"Stay."
"You once lectured me for forty minutes on why breakfast was important."
"I don't care," she grumbled. "I'm tired."
"Ana," he said amused.
Cutely, she gave a huff and rolled out of his side so she was snuggled against the other side of the bed. Her hair was everywhere and he could see the scars that ran along her back.
