“Do you believe in Greek Mythology?” his voice was just a gentle whisper in my ear. I could feel his breath against my skin as we laid there under the blanket. As I stared into his eyes, I saw that he was being serious. I merely shrugged.
“I can’t say that I do when there’s no proof of their existence.” I replied softly. My heart jumped into my throat at feeling him laying a tender kiss to the side of my neck.
“I do,” he mumbled in between kisses, “I’ve always admired Athena, the Goddess of War,” another kiss greeted my skin, “weaving,” his kisses were getting to be too much now, “and wisdom.”
“she reminds me of you actually.”
I suddenly looked up at him with a frown. “Wait, what? How is Athena like me?”
“Because,” His eyes grew soft, “She’s beautiful, kind, and strong.” He leaned in as he said this and kissed me deeply, “Just like you.”