Life is good
I woke up in my bed feeling my head aching like a bitch. When my eyes opened and I saw the light in the room, I groaned and covered them with my hands. I had never been hungover but I imagined that was how it usually felt.
It felt like my head had been stepped on my several trucks. I knew that was a terrible description of how I was feeling but—
"You're right, it is a terrible description, " Zeus said as he walked into the room.
He was holding a cup in his hands and he was shirtless. Sweat was trickling down his body and I could have sworn he had come from the gym.
"How did you-"
"We can read each other's thoughts. You have to learn how to block yours from being read by us because it can be frustrating. " He said as he walked closer.
I almost gagged because I had a pretty good idea of what was in the cup. I hated that herbal tea he always gave me but every time I fell ill, it was all I drank. What was it even made of?