He gently brushed away the hair sticking to my face, tucking it behind my ear to keep it from getting wet from the ice.
"You're imagining things, Zion... Are you rooting for me and Zeus?"
"No! I mean, no, definitely not."
"So, you don't like him for me? Zeus is handsome, a prince, actually. He's every girl's dream—both boyfriend and husband material—ouch! Zion, careful!"
He suddenly pressed the ice harder against my cheek.
"It hurts," I complained.
"Stop talking!" he snapped, his brow furrowed.
"Fine, whatever," I mumbled.
"I don't have a boyfriend... I'm single," I added.
"Really?"
"Yeah, why? Is it illegal to be single?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"No, it's good... you're still young," Zion replied.
"Hey! I'm a grown woman! Stop calling me young," I retorted.
He smiled Wow! He's so handsome.
He laid down next to me. I turned on my side to face him, and he moved the ice to the other cheek.
