Except that there was nothing actually stopping me from doing that.Poseidon had invited me here, and he knew what was on my mind, just like I knew what was on his.
Giving in to temptation, I stepped closer, reaching out to cup his cheek in my hand.
"How's your head?"he murmured.
"Much clearer," I assured him.
"Good."He leaned in, his breath fanning against my lips and making me certain about what was to come.
The anticipation was sweet and impatient at the same time, and I was desperate for the touch against me.Not wanting to wait a moment longer, I closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.
Desire awoke within me, answering the way it felt to have him pressed against me, and making me want more.But I should be patient.There was no reason to rush the two of us into bed when we had the whole night for that.
His fingers grazed down my back, pulling me closer to him.My dress was made of a thin material, but I found myself wishing that it was gone completely so I could feel his fingers against my bare skin.
He broke the kiss and reached up to brush my hair out of my face."I promised you olives."
"You did," I responded."But I can't say I'm complaining right now."
He chuckled."Well, how about I make you some, and then we can pick this back up?"
"I suppose that would be acceptable."
He pulled away, but took my hand and brought me to a kitchen that lookedexactlylike I'd expect it to.
"This is all I've ever wanted in a kitchen," I admitted as I ran my hand over the marble countertop of his breakfast bar.
"Is it not what you've got?"he asked.
I shook my head."I live with a friend, so we have the kitchen decided by our landlord.I've thought about moving a few times, but I don't like living alone.It might change if she decides that she wants to move in with her boyfriend."
"Cupid?"he asked as he opened the fridge and pulled out the ingredients he needed.
I took a seat at the breakfast bar and leaned on my elbow to watch him."Different friend."
"But still one dating a god?"
"Yes.Nick.As in..."
"There's only one god called Nick," he assured me as he stuffed several olives with feta before breading them."How's your head?Do you need anything?"
"It's fine," I responded."I don't know if it's fae magic, or just me, but once I stop drinking, everything clears up really quickly."
"Good."
"Worried about my reasoning skills?"I asked.
He chuckled."No.I think I've known you long enough to know that you're aware of your own mind.But I don't want you to regret anything tomorrow."
"And what about you?How'syourhead?"
"Also fine," he assured me."I felt it a bit, but I've had years of dealing with Dionysus' wine to know that it wears off fast enough.If you want to keep the buzz, you have to keep drinking it."
"Is it magic?"
"I wish I knew."He dropped the breaded olives into a fryer, and the crackle of hot oil filled the air.
"It sounds like he's got his business plan sorted."
