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I nodded to her, and she giggled before rushing off to catch up with her friend.
Since there weren’t many people in the store, I checked my phone. I had a text from Brysen that was a raunchy meme—not surprising—and a text from Royal that wished me a good day—he did that every morning, which I thought was nice of him.
I shot back a reply to both: an “lol”to Brysen and a “same to you!”to Royal.
A guy approached me to ask if we had any copies of the newRick Riordanbook. I typed it into the computer before telling him that we did and where he could find it. I went back to my phone, opening Twitter.
The majority of my feed was porn, and I quickly scrolled past the videos of guys sucking cocks…but also making a mental note to go back and watch them later. I stopped when I found what I was looking for.
Declan_Price_Official:I’m awake before the birds. Does that mean I get extra worms? Can it be coffee instead? #TiredAF
He posted a picture along with it, and I bit down on my lip as I looked it over. It should honestly be a crime to be that sexy.
Declan had taken it in bed, which didn’t help matters any because I’d hadmanyfantasies of him in bed. His dark hair was messy and his green eyes still had that sleepy look to them. A shadow covered his jaw, and I inwardly groaned. He was usually clean-shaven, but he looked fucking gorgeous with some light stubble.
Damn, I bet he smelled amazing in the morning.
I put a little heart on the pic and replied.
Kye927:I’d bring you some coffee, but I’d probably end up spilling it on you #AccidentProne
Declan’s posts were always flooded with replies, so I didn’t expect him to see mine. But it made me chuckle to myself. Although it’d been embarrassing at the time, I was able to laugh about the coffee incident now. And hey, the director had liked it and I’d gotten a bigger part in the movie. It hadn’t all been bad.
I nearly shit and fell back in it when I got a reply.
Declan_Price_Official:@Kye927 Spilled coffee is tragic. But not as tragic as being puked on.
My face flamed and I had to suck in a deep breath.
Jesus. That was it. I could never show my face around him again. Not that we hung out as it was, but still. I couldn’t believe I’d even met Declan, let alone puked on him. My fuzzy memory from that night made me think he’d even held me, too. Pressed his head to mine.
But there was no way that was possible.Thatpart of my faulty recollection was, indeed, false.
Anyone that read his comment wouldn’t have the slightest idea of what we were really talking about. Even though I was the subject of thetragedy, it filled me with a childlike excitement to have an inside joke with Declan.
Talking to him online was a breeze compared to being around him in person. It gave me a confidence boost.
Kye927:@Declan_Price_Offical whoever puked on you needs to do some major sucking up. Like a nice dinner or some shit. Just maybe avoid Mexican food #SayNoToGuacamole
Because puking up Mexican food was the worst. Another jab at myself. It was fun, though, this back and forth with Declan.
It was a subtle way of saying I wanted to take him to dinner. But I was an idiot. Declan wasn’t gay, even if hehadbeen atRawthat night. Addersfield had a big nightlife scene andRawwas one of the hottest spots to go. Even straight guys tended to hang out there on occasion. It didn’t mean anything that he’d gone there.
He didn’t have to be gay for me to take him to dinner, though. He was a human and I was a human and humans ate food. Declan just happened to be, like, a super-human who had thousands of adoring fans and the body of a Greek god.
As plot bunnies swarmed my mind, I opened the notes tab on my phone and started typing up a general idea.
A Greek god is in Olympus, bored and seeking adventure. Wanting something to excite him. He looks into the Cloud of Visions, a magical device that allows him to see the mortal world, and he sees a human male working on a small farm. The boy is a mere peasant, but something about him calls to the god. Muscles gained from hard labor, but with a face that rang of innocence and kindness, the boy caught the god’s eye when no one else had.
“I’m a dork,” I muttered to myself as I saved the note and put my phone away.
Wishful thinking to the extreme. In no world would I ever be on Declan’s radar.
***
“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” someone whispered.
I cracked open my eyelids and yelled.
