my shippppppppppppp

I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. But this was Annabeth. If I couldn’t trust her, then I couldn’t trust anyone.
“The small of my back.”
She lifted her hand. “Where? Here?”
She put her hand on my spine, and my skin tingled. I moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousand volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body.
“You saved me,” I said “Thanks.”
She removed her hand, but I kept holding it.
“So you owe me.” she said weakly. “What else is new?”
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page 128, Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian