We’re sitting there. That’s all we’re doing, just sitting there. His arm isn’t even around me. His thigh is pressed against mine, and his fingertips dance over my palm, but that is the only contact this boy will allow me. Maybe it’s because the mortals who are acting as my parents aren’t home. Maybe it’s because he’s afraid my father, Zeus, will smite him if he tries to touch me. Or maybe he’s just never sat on a couch with a girl before and watched a movie. Maybe it just comes more natural to me because I’m two thousand years older.
Maybe he doesn’t know how I’d react to his touch.
I suppose that’s a legitimate concern, seeing as how I could turn him into a toad if I no longer found him satisfactory – the only problem is, I don’t know if I would. He’s a very nice boy, if I do say so myself, even though I don’t know how well I can trust my instinct, seeing as this is only the third or fourth time we’ve hung out.
He moves his away from mine and places it in his lap.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah.”
Peter turns and faces me. “No, really, are you okay?”
“It’s just…am I intimidating to you? Do I scare you? Have I done something wrong?” The questions rush out of my mouth and I realize that this mortal might mean more than I want him to.
He tilts his head to the side. “What?” His eyebrows furrow together. “Why would you think that?”
“You won’t touch me.”
He chews his bottom lip while thinking. “I mean…I wasn’t exactly sure how you felt about that – the touching, that is. You’re a goddess – literally – and I don’t want to break any rules and have you or your parents or siblings come after me to protect you.” His head falls and his cheeks flush. “I’m sorry.”
Giggling, I reply, “it’s fine. I get that this is probably more daunting than you’re used to with dating girls; their dads probably only threaten to shoot at your feet as opposed to smiting you where you sit.”
“Your dad could do that?”
“Don’t worry about that.”
There is a pause in our conversation before he tentatively says, “having a goddess as your first girlfriend is actually extremely terrifying.”
His face grows redder. “Maybe.”
“You’re joking.” I blink. “You have to be joking.”
“That explains a lot.”
“What does that mean?”
Peter grabs my shoulder and turns me to face him. “No, really. What do you mean?”
My eyes widen at his sudden outburst. “It’s just…the other minor gods that are smitten with me usually, oh, actually try to touch me or kiss me. I’ve read books about mortals and how, if they’ve never had a significant other before, they’re extremely nervous and unsure about anything and everything. Immortals, on the other hand, are much different. Most of us have no reservations.” I shrug.
Awkwardly, Peter scoots closer to me and throws his arm around my shoulder. “Like this?”
“Oh, sure, sweetheart.”
He scowls. “That’s not very reassuring.”
I nuzzle my nose against his cheek. “I know.”
“It’s more like…this,” I say, crawling into his lap, lacing my fingers behind his head and pulling our bodies very close together.
“Come on, Peter,” I whisper in his ear. “You wanted to know what it was like.” I press myself against him. “Gods are much more intimate than you’re used to, I suppose.”
“I can be intimate!”
I snort. “I’m sure.”
Eyebrows creased together, Peter does his best to lean forward and presses his lips to mine. It lasts but a second.
“How was that?”
I say nothing.
“Anna, really, how was it?”
I kiss him again, making sure this one lasts a little longer. “Nice.”