The world stopped in the seconds that followed. The air ran dry as her hands came to rest on his chest. Percy finally knew after a lifetime of silence and pain of her love, and he hadn't run. He hadn't even pushed her away. And, perhaps it was unfair of her. Perhaps she was about to set fire to whatever future he saw for himself, but Maggie couldn't care. Not now. Not after nearly twenty years of wanting.

His gaze dropping to her lips was the last sign she needed. Maggie took one final step towards him, their chests inches away from touching, and pressed her lips to his.