Chapter 14- Make me a sandwich

As he demanded, Athena made him a sandwich. By the time she was done cooking, he already came down, but without his shirt, he was only in his sweatpants, his tattoos visible to her. He had a cobra on his front and something that looked like a stork or a hawk in the back. She was figuring out why he got all of his skin covered in tattoos, “Stop ogling,” he yelled at her without a tiny bit of gentleness in his tone.

“I wasn’t,” she defended herself.

“Yeah, right,” he chuckled. He was pleased that she found him attractive. He knew he was coveted by many, but he had always wondered if she would see him attractive. Her eyes seemed to have answered his question.

She walked over with the plate, placed it before him, and waited for him to have it, but he wasn’t making a move to touch it. He looked at her and back to the sandwich. He grabbed her forearm and pulled her into his lap; she put her hands on his chest, balancing herself on him.

“What are you………….,” she asked.

“Shh,” he caressed the