And still you're in my heart, but you're the only one.

And, yes, there are times when I hate you.

But I don't complain 'cause I've been afraid that you would walk away.

But now I don't hate you, I'm happy to say that I will be there at the end of the day.

I don't want to be without you, babe. I don't want a broken heart.

Don't want to take breath without you, baby, I don't want to play that part.

I know that I love you but let me just say I don't want to love you in no kind of way.

No, no, I don't want a broken heart and I don't want to play the broken-hearted girl.

—Beyoncé Knowles, Broken-Hearted Girl.

He's grown since I saw him last, looking older and more well-off. Angular features, strong squared jaw, those golden-lashed eyes, chapped lips, the scar under his eye: a jagged white line from his battle with a dragon, and a mess of golden hair that falls slightly over his forehead. My eyes fall to his chest, following the line of sinew underneath the long-sleeved black tee shirt down to the rigid muscles of his abdomen. My Luke. He's still there, just underneath the cold exterior.

"Luke," I choke out. I shouldn't be in love with this monster. He is the sun—strong, and painful to stare at for too long—and I'm Icarus; weak, unable to see the flaws of the daylight. But I do. I love him. I have since the moment he walked into my backyard when we were kids.

He rolls his sleeves up as he moves forward toward me. I don't look away from him, keeping steady even though my knees want to give in with the intensity of his gaze. Luke reaches forward, closing his long fingers around my wrists to tug me flat against him. My breath comes out in a gasp, my heart pounding against my chest at his proximity. Oh, Gods. I don't know if I can hold back. Not around him. I've never been able to keep my mind clear with him close. Not since we were children and he entered Camp. His hand skim up my forearms, along my upper-arms, over my shoulders, to rest against the curve of my neck. The blonde's thumb presses against my pulse point. A shiver runs up my spine and goose bumps erupt across my flesh.

"I miss you, Cal. So damn much." He admits, ducking his head down to press his forehead against mine. He's so close our lips brush together. It sends a shockwave through me. A smirk crosses his handsome face, "Your heart's beating so fast."

"We've been screwing around since we were twelve years old, you know what to do to make me react to you. It's just a physical thing." I lie, my heart changing on the words 'just physical'. My ex turns his head to press his lips against the shell of my ear.

"You're a terrible liar, Calista, you always have been."

My knees go weak at the sound of his silvery voice saying my full name and I find myself gripping the back of his biceps to keep myself standing. Luke backs me up against the side of my cabin, resting his palms on either side of my head.

"You still love me." His tone of voice fills with awe as the golden swirls in his blue eyes soften.

"It doesn't matter. I could never be with you after you almost killed my brother." I reply, the venom clear in my voice as I glare up at him.

"It matters. Cal, I'm doing this for us. So we don't have to listen to the Gods anymore. Don't you want to see your father fall? I know you hate him just as much as I hate mine."

"I don't want Olympus to fall, and I don't want Kronos coming back. That's what you're doing, isn't it?" I reply, "Luke Castellan, I know you better than anyone else in this universe. It's how your mind works."

"Oh? If you know everything I want, then tell me why I came back to camp."

"Besides poisoning Thalia's tree? I don't think you have a reason."

"What if I told you," He flattens his hard body against me, his heat igniting my bones, "that I came back for you? That I haven't gotten you out of my head for the past year? I love you. Always have, always will. Come with me."

"N-No, I can't. My brothers…they need me." My words trail off as his mouth moves down the curve of my neck, nipping and kitten-licking the skin before pushing the Orange fabric of my shirt to the side and sucking a bruise into my collarbone. He skims his fingertips across the area where my throat meets my shoulder as he leaves the hickey on me.

My mind goes completely blank as my fingers slide around to the back of his neck to tug him down to my level and seal my lips against his. My blood pounds in my ears the second our mouths touch, and all I can feel, see, think, smell, is him. His tongue sweeps against my bottom lip and I immediately grant him access. His hands slip up the front of my Camp Half-Blood tee shirt to roam my stomach and hips with calloused palms while his tongue explores my mouth expertly. Familiar. I push my tongue forward to tangle with his as I jump to wrap my legs around his slim hips. My body knows how good Luke feels, and I crave it; his touch, for his bare skin pressed against me. One of his hands grips my backside to keep me locked around him, the other fisted into my hair.

"Do you want to?" He pants in a huskier voice than before we kissed. Do I? Yes. Is it a good idea? Probably not.

I nod, and his slow sexy lopsided smirk spreads across his features. This is the last time. After today, no-one else will have my heart. Only him. I'm not capable of falling in love with anyone else. Closing my eyes, I bury my face into his neck. I can vaguely feel us moving from the wall. The door to my cabin swings shut and the latch falls into place.

We've done this dance a million times, but it's been over a year since we touched.

"I…love…you. Only you." He says between kisses. I reach up and tangle my fingers into his blond locks of hair as he lowers us to the bed and moves on top of me. We don't move for a moment, staring at the other. Gods, I've missed him. More than a healthy amount.

"I love you too." I murmur. It's like pulling the trigger on a gun. He attacks my mouth with his, grabbing the bottom of the cotton fabric and ripping it over my head. I lift my arms to allow Luke to strip my shirt and toss it somewhere else in my bedroom. A low groan comes from deep inside his chest as his eyes move down my torso, a hunger in them I haven't seen for a long time.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Luke whispers, moving forward to cup my breasts through my bra. I kiss him again, moaning at the feel of his hands massaging me. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I buck my hips up into his. Tearing my mouth from his, I feel my own chest heaving as I stare at his now shiny bottom lip. Holy fuck. I did that.

"We can stop," The blonde whispers, gripping my hips with his large hands.

"No. Don't give me time to start thinking about this. If I think, I'll stop, and tell everyone you're here." I breathlessly reply, brushing my thumb over his cheekbone.

"With how loud you are, I'm sure the entire camp and all of the eastern seaboard is going to know I'm here." I slap his arm playfully at the words seconds before he reaches behind me, arches my back, and unclips my bra.

"You, Mr. Castellan, are wearing far too much." I say in the most seductive voice I can manage, leaning up on my elbows, "Take off your shirt."

Luke stands up in front of me, reaching down to the hem of his tight black shirt and tugging it over his head. My mouth goes dry as I trace my eyes over the rigid, muscular skin. Has he gotten more ripped?

"Not that I mind, but are you going to sit there and stare at me all night?"

"Maybe I will. I'm enjoying the view." I giggle. He climbs back over me, knees on either side of my thighs.

"Trust me, the view of you pushing your chest up like that is much, much sexier." Luke's smoky voice murmurs before he reaches down and flicks open the button on my jeans. He takes a small nip of my bare shoulder, causing excitement to course through me. I shove the denim down my legs, throwing it with my shirt and bra on the floor. Luke doesn't look away from me as his finger slips inside the lace edges of my panties.

"Oh fuck, Luke!" It slithers out before I can control it. His mouth moves wet, hot kisses up the curve of my neck as his fingers move. My eyes roll back in my head a little, my fingers clawing at the taut skin of his shoulders. Not that he minds. Pain doesn't bother him. Luke lifts his head and runs his nose up my neck then presses a kiss against my chin. My stomach tightens into a knot and he moves faster—almost frantically.

"LUKE!" I scream, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sound. He removes his hand from between my legs, tugs my panties off at the same time I unbuckle his belt and shove the jeans down his legs. He kicks them off along with his boxers. I gulp. It's not like I'm a virgin. We've been together more than once. I just haven't thought about doing this with him again.

"Are you still sure?" He asks, again. The kind side of him reserved for me rises.

"I'm positive." I reply, rolling onto my knees, grasping him by the forearms and shoving him back onto my bed, throwing one leg over his and lowering myself down onto him. He groans loudly as I sink all the way down and roll my hips. Luke wraps his arms around me and helps me move, kissing my jaw and murmuring promises he'll never, ever have to keep. I keep moving up and down, pressing my lips against his as I reach my high a second time, dragging him over the edge with me as he cries out my name against my mouth.

He puts my bra back on me and then presses a small kiss to my nose before slipping my shirt over my head. I turn away from him, leaning against my desk. My chest aches dully. I'm going to lose him again. Luke Castellan is going to shatter my world again. His body's suddenly right there caging me in, his hands on each side of mine. He reaches up and brushing my hair from the side of my neck and then presses a kiss to the curve of my shoulder.

"Come with me. I don't want to leave you here." My Luke whispers, running his nose up the length of my jaw.

"No. This…This can't happen again. It's the last time. I love you, but I can't help you."

"Please. One more chance. I want this. I want you." He replies, "I can't lose you again." I rip his arms and hands away from me and sit at the edge of my bed, drawing my knees to my chest.

"Goodbye, Luke. Please, just leave."

"Cali-"

"I'll scream for Percy if you aren't out that door in the next six seconds."

"I love you, Calista, and I'm not going to give up on you." He cups my cheek with his large, warm hand, pecks me on the lips, and backs out of my cabin.

I roll onto my stomach, bury my face into my pillow and let sobs overtake my body.