And as the Feeling Grows
“And if you feel sick or nauseous or like you’re about to pass out, come find me.”
Nico rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies making themselves at home in his chest.
“Yeah, yeah, Will, relax.” He stomped up the steps to the porch of the Hades cabin, and when he turned, Will was right there, like, right in his face.
The son of Apollo smiled guiltily. “Yeah, sorry. I just worry.” He took a step towards Nico. “But, just to make sure, promise me?”
Nico blushed when the healer winked, then nodded. Will smiled his thousand-watt smile again.
“Great!” He leaned forwards, slowly raising his hand, and Nico felt like he was burning up when long fingers brushed along his jaw. “Good to see some color there,” Will murmured, before turning and bounding off, leaving Nico to stare after him.