As I stood there looking at him, I realized I didn't want to wait until tomorrow to see him again. I didn't want to go back to being the girl who waited in the shadows for someone to tell her it was safe to come out.
"Demetrius?" I called out.
He stopped mid-stride, his back still to me. For a long, silent moment, he didn't move. Then, slowly, he turned his head, looking at me over his shoulder with a questioning tilt of his brow.
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs even harder than it had when he’d pinned me to the sand. "Will I... will I see you later today?"
He turned fully now, his dark eyes searching mine, as if looking for the source of this sudden boldness.
"Maybe for dinner?" I added, my voice steadier than I felt. I realized I was clutching the hem of Athena’
