i don't know if i'm wrong or right [private]

Surrounded by a bed of snow and with a pretty girl by his side, Topher was pretty much convinced that he had died and gone to heaven. Exhaling, a small cloud of air puffed from his mouth as he tried to keep himself from grinning too widely. He couldn't keep Sasha from his mind ever since he'd officially met her at the sledding hill several weeks before. Since then, the pair had planned various hang outs and gotten to know each other more. It was also enough time for Topher to realize that he liked her… a lot. He enjoyed being around her, listening to the sound of her voice as she rambled about things he didn't quite understand. Tearing his gaze away from the baby blue sky, he settled his gaze upon the daughter of Zeus. He could keep listening to the sound of her honeyed voice and stare into those striking azure eyes forever. It's why he agreed without hesitation when she suggested that they go to the christmas tree patch to talk whilst they lay in the snow.

It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling to have someone as your best friend. Numerous of times had he called someone his best bud, but it was clear to him that Sasha was different. Nobody had the ability to make his heart race so rapidly, apart from her. Topher couldn't quite ignore the butterflies fluttering in his stomach when she smiled up at him from their position on the snow. He liked how he had a clear view of her face. He hasn't quite gotten used to her beauty just yet. "Too long, but I'm not complaining. I hope you're not cold, though," he said, referring to her thin sweater. As December rolled by, the temperature was starting to heat up a bit. But Topher still felt the need to cover up. Sasha, on the other hand, seemed a bit uncomfortable in the cold with her sweater and skinny jeans. "Here," he muttered, wrapping an arm around her, drawing her closer for warmth. Throughout their friendships, the two had exchanged flirty gestures and remarks. Topher wondered if any of it was serious. "Not as pretty as you, batgirl." he grinned, having been accustomed to their little nicknames the week before.

"Not where I lived, no." Topher shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips at the reminder of his hometown. Although he loved Long Island and America, he terribly missed Australia, as well. Looking at Sasha, he tried to picture the demigod in his old home in Melbourne. It barely snowed there due to the heat, making it practical for water sports. "We should go there someday. Probably when we're older and the risk of running into monsters wouldn't be that high," he suggested. He liked the idea of keeping Sasha in his life, as a best friend or potential-girlfriend. Topher had grown so used to her company that he was having difficulty trying to imagine his life without her.

Topher felt Sasha relax in his arms as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Anytime," he said, twirling a lock of her hair with his finger. It was actually surprising to him how they were so comfortable around each other. He liked the warmth that radiated as he held her in his arms and the smell of peppermint from her mouth. Having Sasha around never failed to make him feel at ease. Looking down at her, he laughed, "Sash, you're going to warm up in no time. I mean, Camp Half-Blood just got a whole lot hotter when I came."

Seeing Sasha laugh at his jokes always lifted his spirits. He liked to see her smile, those heart-shaped lips pulling back to flash her pearly white teeth as her blue eyes crinkled at the corners. A grin would appear on his face at the sight as a natural reaction. Being around her made him smile.

"Good," he whispered, looking at Sasha. His eyes drifting to her eyes, to her rosy cheeks, to her upturned lips. Those lips. He had been wondering lately how her lips tasted like. He was trying to imagine scenarios wherein he would kiss her and how she'd react. Maybe it would be best to not push her, but still. Topher was extremely curious.

He couldn't quite comprehend whenever Sasha would talk about disliking camp. He, on the other hand, thought that Camp Half-Blood was tolerable. He was just smart enough to not voice out his opinion. "You have to idea how special you are to me," he whispered. "I like you too. I really do." There was an underlying meaning in his words; he was accepting that he had a crush on Sasha. A huge, big-ass crush on the daughter of Zeus. He wanted to be her boyfriend. He wanted to take her out on dates and hold her hand. He desperately wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss those lips.

At the comment, Topher burst out laughing. He could never be in a bad mood around Sasha, nor would he ever get bored. He liked the feeling, he liked her. Whenever she'd pop up unexpectedly in the Hera cabin, he faintly recalls a bright smile finding its way to his face at the thought that she'd like to spend some time with him for the feelings were mutual. Grinning down at Sasha, he teased, "Of course it did." he wondered how things between them would be like if they had met earlier. Topher tried to picture a young Sasha playing around with the 12-year old version of himself. He has been in camp for 6 years now, but he couldn't remember whether or not she was one of the many faces who greeted him upon his arrival. Probably not.

Topher frowned at her hushed disagreements. His breath caught in his throat when she pressed her forehead to his. From the close proximity, he could stare into her eyes better. They were even prettier up close; blue-grey with flecks of an even brighter azure. Strikingly beautiful, just like the demigod inside and out. Without a word, he pushed himself on top of Sasha, their foreheads still connected. He rested each elbow next to Sasha, each leg beside her hip to not put any of his weight on him. "You have no idea," he whispered, mirroring her sad smile. "I don't like you because you're drop dead gorgeous. I like you because you're smart, funny, caring, and I love every second I'm with you," he confessed, trailing his finger down her face. He ran his finger from her temple, to her cheekbone, to her chin, then he softly touched her lips. "I want you to know that I'm not going to leave you. People leave because they're stupid enough to not to get to you know, like I did," Topher said more sternly, his hand ghosting over her rosy cheeks now. "Looks are just a plus for you, Sasha. How can you not see that? You're beautiful inside and out." His voice was now barely a whisper as he leaned in to softly brush his lips on hers before he pulled away. Topher searched her eyes for any sign of disapproval as he wondered if he made a mistake by kissing her.

Topher couldn't quite comprehend why Sasha thought of herself so negatively. As his eyes wandered around every contour of her face, from her high cheekbones to the small dip above her lips, his mind raced with all the good memories he had of her. Whether it was watching her laugh at his corny jokes or when they would just hang out around camp, telling each other tales from their childhood. How could she say that she wasn't beautiful on the inside? Obviously she didn't see herself the way he did. He got to know her and he was assured that there was no ounce of bad in her.

He had thought that she was going to run away from his grasped when his lips left hers. He was so convinced that he made a mistake, that Sasha didn't feel that way. After all, how could someone like her possibly like someone like him? He was just the class clown, perfect to fool around with. Not many of his previous flings or girlfriends stayed long enough, seeing as they got bored of him. Something inside him told him that she wasn't like that, but it was apparent to him that she was used to pushing people away. It's one of the reasons why he was surprised when she tugged on his collar and brought her lips up to his, his blue eyes widening at first before they fluttered close, allowing himself to enjoy her lips on his. As their lips moved together, he could taste peppermint on her lips as if she just finished drinking her favorite drink from Starbucks. The thought made him smile against her lips, which glided over his smoothly. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek, his heartbeat racing frantically. The kiss was passionate, almost desperate as they tried to get rid of any distance between them. After a while, she pulled away, her head falling back to the snow, her brown hair forming a halo behind her.

Shaking his head, his hand found the back of her neck and he gently pushed her up to him, silencing her apologies with his lips. "Shh," he whispered against her lips, capturing her bottom lip between his. He nipped gently before planting a full kiss on her lips. "How many kisses will it take to make you realize you beautiful--inside and out--you are to me?" asked Topher when he pulled away, his hand still behind her neck. He grinned at her lazily as his eyes darted to his lips, which were reddish in tint and swollen. He bit down on his own lip at the thought that he just kissed her a few seconds ago, his eyes drifting up to hers. Nothing else mattered in that moment. Everything seemed to slip away the moment his lips touched hers. She made him feel infinite.