“Shut up Seaweed Brain,” she ordered. “Just hold me for awhile.”
They sat together, cuddling, enjoying each other’s warmth. Before Percy knew it, the drone of the ship’s engine, the dim light, and the comfortable feeling of being with Annabeth made his eyes heavy, and he drifted to sleep.
Mark of Athena, Rick Riordan.
SHE CALLED HIM SEAWEED BRAIN. AND THEY CUDDLED. AND, EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL NOW. CAN I GO CRY NOW.?
And also the fact that everyone thought they were doing the dirty on the stable floor.