Imogen swiped a dark shade of red lipstick on her lips, she pressed her lips together to let it set in.
From the mirror that stood in front of her, she could see an all-too familiar blond walk up behind her.
"Hi," she greeted, looking up at him through the mirror. Reese's blond hair was ruffled and when he ducked his head to look at the makeup that was spilled in front of Imogen, wisps of his hair fell forward.
"Hey Gen," he said, clearly occupied by a tube of mascara. He unscrewed the cap and brought it close to his face, "Okay, what the Hades does this do?" He proceeded to stab himself in the eye with the mascara wand and his hand flew to his eye. "Ow!" He cried out and Imogen had to remind herself that this was the same boy that could shoot an arrow across half a football field.
Imogen sighed and turned around to face him, cupping his face in her delicate hands. "Reese, just go rinse it out," she told the boy who was now viciously rubbing his eye.
Reese did so and when he entered the room a few minutes later, his left eye was a little redder than his right.
It was only now that Imogen noticed how dashing he looked in his attire. He had paired his dress pants with a button up and a bowtie lay untied around his neck.
"Okay, I'm good now. Girls never to stop amazing me," He shook his head, running his hands through his hair.
"Girls?" Imogen teased.
"I meant, like, you," Reese said quickly, his words bumping into one another.
Imogen raised an eyebrow and she tried to appear like this was a playful tease. But something about the way he said it made her stomach flop.
"Mhm," she placed a hand on her hip, and it was liking watching a dog mesmerized by a treat in its owners hand. Reese seemed to finally take in her appearance and the effort she had put into it. She wore a short red dress that matched Reese's bow tie. The heels she wore made her almost as tall as him, no small feat considering the fact that they were both rather tall.
"You look-" Reese started breathlessly, but she cut him off. Imogen could feel her heart speeding up. There was no way she was going to let this boy charm her. She was his date for this party but she reminded herself that they were nothing more. She succumbed to the thought that maybe she wanted to be more. No, no she didn't. She was the flirt here. She knew that whatever words were going to come out of his mouth would make her head dizzy and her cheeks flush, she didn't need to be a child of Cupid to know that. She tore her eyes away from his and landed her gaze on his bow tie.
"You need help with this?" She stepped closer to him, gesturing at his bow tie.
"Oh," He quickly recovered, "Uh, yeah," he didn't bother telling her that he knew how to tie it since he was too concentrated on keeping her close.
"Why bow ties?" Imogen asked as her hands went to work on it, "What's wrong with normal ties?"
"Not sure. These were Kaden's idea, he's the Aphrodite kid," Reese told her.
"Ah," Imogen nodded, finishing up. She took a step back but before she could fully move away, instinctively Reese's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer once more. Just as naturally as he had, Imogen's hands moved to his shirt collar.
Their bodies fit like the last two final puzzle pieces. Imogen dragged her gaze to Reese's and suddenly her green eyes fluttered shut. She wasn't sure if it was her heart or his that she could feel beating against her chest but for half a second she forgot all her fathers warnings and all the defenses she had built up to not fall for this son of Apollo. Unfortunately, the half second was up, and before their lips could brush against one another, Imogen realized what she was doing. She stepped back with wild eyes and a flushed expression. Reese's face was near emotionless minus the slight furrow of his eyebrows. She could tell he was masking something behind it but from what she knew about him, there was no knowing what that was.
"Sorry," Imogen whispered, she turned on her heel, "We should go." She reached for the door handle as the same time as Reese. His large hand placed on top of her. Imogen pulled hers back and let him get it.
"Thanks," She said, trying to ease the tension.
Reese responded with a forced and polite smile, the gears in his mind spinning. He wondered how long Imogen was going to play him because the girl had him wrapped around her finger.
