Page 136 of Crown of Olympus
Aros chortled next to me as Caelus fought a grin.
“At least you didn’t mention his eyes,” Aros grinned, thinking. “She had such pretty blue eyes,” he gushed abruptly.
“Who did?” Archimedes enquired good-naturedly.
“The sea princess,” Aros replied whimsically. “The water witch. The blue-haired beauty.” He stared dreamily out the open balcony. “I bet she’d taste like a freshwater spring,” he sighed.
Still staring at Caelus, I couldn’t help but gawk at his silver irises, locked onto mine. I rested my chin in hand and spoke softly. “Youreyes aren’t blue. They remind me of a summer storm. They’re beautiful — just like the rest of you.”
He cleared his throat, and Vel huffed a rumbling laugh. Lykos nudged Caelus’ ribs in jest as the god before me flushed copper.
“I bet you’d taste like caramel,” I continued.
Another thought popped into my head — andsubsequently out of my mouth. “Can we just kiss again, please?”
Tableware clattered as shocked gods turned to stare.
“Shit. That was definitely my out-loud voice.”
It most definitely was,Vel cackled.
Caelus smirked wolfishly. “I can think of better things to do than kiss, though I’d love to do that again, too. Perhaps something a little… tastier.”
His eyes dropped. The pink potion surged anew through my veins. That little bud of nerves ached with a need so fierce, I had half a mind to ease it here.
Myself.
Right now.
Apollo shattered my spiralling desire with a helpful suggestion that perhaps we should try something else.
I ignored him, clenching my thighs together to quell the throbbing.
It didn’t help.
Caelus grimaced as his nostrils flared, and I knew my arousal hung thick in the air — just like theirs. It was a domino effect, scent triggering scent.
“Sure, why not?” Aros responded to the god of sun. “Let’s see what else we can enlarge,” he said as he unwrapped a blue toffee “Mmm. This is disgusting,” he announced happily.
He frowned suddenly. “Disgusting,” he repeated, baffled. “What? No. I meant… disgusting.” His face was a comical portrait of bewilderment. He met my amused gaze and said, “You’re hideous.”
I snorted, brows rising.
Just like that, my arousal had been shocked back down to a manageable level.
“Well that’s not very nice,” Aphrodite purred, back to her usual amused self. She shot me a sly wink, and suddenly, I understood. It was her gift of desire that had fogged my mind.And now, it was her mercy that let me breathe easily again. “Arch, you should try the pink one,” she suggested.
Wary but curious, Archimedes reached for the suggested toffee. He chewed cautiously, eyes locked on the goddess of love.
“It tastes like a warm hug,” he offered carefully. “Oh, good. I meant to say that.”
He grinned at a scowling Aros, who replied with a sarcastic, “Oh, good. I’m so happy for you and not at all jealous.”
Aros suddenly sat back, delight morphing his features. “I can’t lie, and you can’t tell the truth!”
I frowned, unable to understand why he was gleeful, until Apollo grinned and signed a single, clarifying sentence.
Aros is the liar.
