Love is a Battlefield, Literally (DISCONTINUED)

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Chapter 17: Just Say It

I knew he loved me, it was practically a given. He had admitted it aloud...to Thalia, not me, not yet. I wished he would, I wished he would with all my heart. It seemed only appropriate that he say it first, because I knew what I would say when he said those annoying three little words.

I stared at him as he tried building one of those little ship-in-a- bottle things. I couldn't imagine why he would even attempt such a thing, not when you have ADHD. His facial expressions had me mesmerized, the way he concetrated whole heartedly on his work and how he would glance up at me every once in awhile to offer me a small smile.

I tucked my knees into my chest and rested my head on them, it was my favorite position for some reason. He moved his hand through his lush, black locks and scrunched his eyebrows together, I loved it when he did that.

Out of nowhere, I wondered if he could do that one thing muscular guys do with their pecks, making them move up and down. I wouldn't ask him that but I couldn't help wondering...and imagining. He looked at me and blew out his breath in a form of relaxing. I smiled and blew him a kiss, he pretended to catch it then pocket it.

"For later." he promised with a wink.

"For later." I repeated to myself.

He stretched then crawled to me like a predator stalking its prey, closing in for the kill. Before I could move, he lunged at me and layered my face in kisses. I smiled as he finally layed one on my mouth then stopped to look at me.

Just say it, I thought, in an attempt to transfer the message in his brain.

"Say what?" he wondered.

"What?" I asked.

He looked confused then he simply shook his head, shrugging it off, and continued staring at me. "Annabeth," he said.

He was still holding onto me, we were laying side by side on the floor, I realized for the first time that we had a pretty physical relationship. "Yeah?" I whispered.

"I love you," he blurted out suddenly.

I didn't think he'd say it like that, so bluntly. I figured it would be romantic, very romantic, yet this was so much better.

Now a normal girl would say "I love you, too". Well I'm not exactly normal so of course I say, "It took you long enough, I was beginning to worry." I swept a hand across my forehead, wiping away nonexistant sweat.

He chuckled and layed a kiss on my forehead then scratched the back of his head. He focused on something then grabbed a loose strand of my hair between his fingers, he then procedded to tuck it securly behind my ear. "I love you, too, you know." I said nonchalantly.

"Oh?" he inquired.

"Yeah, have for awhile. Did you know you're not very good at being sneaky?"

"Why do you say that?" he asked in confusion.

"Oh, no reason." I lied.

"Well, I'm glad you feel the same," he said formaly, but then got more playful. "So does that mean we get to have sex yet?"

I smiled. "Mayyyyybe."