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Falling for Apollo
The sun god wasn’t what you might expect.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs as we wake up next to each other in our own little world. You would think the god of the sun would be a creature full of light — blond hair, eyes like oceans, a smile that brightens up a room — but no. Apollo looks as if he were cut from shadows themselves. His hair is dark, falling just over his ears, and there’s stubble along his jaw. He looks like a boy — like Peter Pan, really, if I’m honest — and now I know why Icarus craved the sun so much.
“I won’t burn you,” he says, soft, till he’s tracing kisses down my arm. “It’s bad enough you hate the summer. I hate whoever did that to you. You should be out there on a beach with me right now, but instead you’re stuck in a cage. I wish I could hurt whoever hurt you in the first place.”
“Don’t,” I whisper, drawing his face back to mine until I’m meeting his warm brown eyes. “I love whatever time I can spend with you. I know you’re busy. It must be exhausting to try and light up the whole world when it’s so dark and grim.”
“Grim,” he says, soft, and there’s mischief in his eyes. “Yeah, there’s been talk of that.”
Before I can say anything more, his head lowers again till he presses kisses into my skin. His hands don’t roam, but I can feel the tension rolling off of…
