Elysium(second book in Ambrosia)

(Percy POV) Angels

Her hair fanned all around her face, making her seem like an angel.

Her exposed chest moved up and down, her lips slightly open as she drew in a breath.

I watched her, wondering what would have happened if she hadn't stopped me.

Would we have gone all the way?

Would I really have defiled her in that way?

Her pale and spotless skin shone beautifully against the dark covers of the bed, the top half of her torso exposed, except for her bra.

I sighed and draped a blanket over her sleeping form, covering up the stomach I had been so passionately kissing.

Would I really have taken something so important from her, all because of my lust?

I picked up my shirt, bundling it up in my hands.

I looked back at her, her face peaceful as she slumbered, miles away from this room.

I made for the door, intending to leave.

"Don't go."

I stopped, my eyes widening at her gentle voice.

"Don't go. Stay," she whispered.

I turned and found her violet eyes staring at me dazedly.

"It's late. I should go," I responded, my voice low.

"No. Stay. Sleep here," she murmured, sitting up.

The blanket slid down and her eyes widened at her exposed chest. Then her eyes flickered to me, watching my reaction.

I tore my eyes away from her pale skin, clearing my throat, my eyes on the ground.

"I'll sleep on the couch," I replied, turning away from her.

"The couch is broken. Just sleep...sleep next to me," her voice was hesitant, and soft.

"Next...to you?" I asked, looking up at her sharply.

She nodded, refusing to meet my eyes as she lay back down, covering herself with the blanket.

I hesitated, then walked to the opposite side of the bed and sat down, my back to hers.

Then I lay down, our backs far apart from each other.

I gently slipped under the same blanket as her, closing my eyes. I heard the shuffle of material, but thought nothing of it.

My eyes flew open in surprise as a pair of warm hands rested palm first against my cold, bare back.

I looked over to find myself staring at a blushing Ambrosia. Her eyes refused to meet mine as she leant against my back, obviously embarrassed at our intimate position.

"It's cold," she whispered, her cheeks blood red.

I watched her, my mouth slightly agape.

Then I turned around, my arms encircling her and pulling her closer.

She said nothing as her forehead rested against my chest, but didn't pull away. Instead she leaned closer, changing her shape so that my arms fit around her comfortably and she use my one arm as a pillow.

Her eyes started drooping and soon enough they were closed, shielding her from the world.

I watched as she breathed gently, her chest and the warm puffs of breath against my chest the only indication she was still breathing.

And as I watched her innocent face I promised myself that I would never hurt her. Never defile her, no matter how great my lust was.

I picked up the half empty bottle, raising it to my lips.

As the head touched my lips I yanked it away, suddenly disgusted with myself.

Before I could change my mind I quickly turned the bottle upside down, letting the clear liquid swirl down into the drain.

I watched as the last of the alcohol vanished, then sighed and set the empty bottle down.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, when I saw a figure through the window that surprised me.

I narrowed my eyes at the familiar brown hair and menacing smile.

"What the hell?" I snarled, stalking towards the door.

I heard a loud knock on the door and ripped it open.

"Percy," he said, smiling, "I-"

But before he could explain, my fist flew out into the snowy air, crashing into his jaw and snapping his head backwards.

He stumbled, holding his jaw, and fell down into the snow covered pathway.

His eyes flashed with surprise as I stood over him menacingly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed, clenching my fist.

"I came to talk to Ambrosia," he replied, looking up at me with hatred.

"Stay away from her," I glared.

He smirked up at me, laughing.

"C'mon Percy. Don't be so cold. I'm your best mate remember?" Thomas smirked. But his smirk didn't last very long and soon enough he looked at me with malice.

"Now where's the bitch?"