"True, but she would eat your cooking. Tell me how that's a sign of sanity," Percy said, knowing that even Cass couldn't justify eating what he could make.
Percy fisted the back of Cass' shirt as they moved closer. Kissing Cass was his new addiction, and he didn't care how wrong it was. He couldn't stop. He kissed Cass back, his lips parting for Cass' tongue. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable," he whispered into the kiss.