Poseidon

Greek God?

I looked to the side, finding Poe, in shorts and a t-shirt, walking towards me. He had his hands in his pockets, and he looked like someone having just come off a surfboard with his slightly damp hair and casual attire.

"Hi," I said.

He sat down next to me and looked at the ocean.

His trident-earring winked at me when the sun hit it right, and he turned to look at me with his damned blue eyes that, and they really shouldn't, made my stomach flutter. The fuck was that?

Whatever was on my face, he frowned. "You haven't been in the water, have you?" he asked me.

"No," I said. "I'm not a psychopath." I muttered.

He found his phone. "And yet, you propose we go swim in our pool?" he asked me.

"You've seen it but not replied?" I asked him.

He looked slightly guilty. "I wanted to wait until tomorrow, where I'd hopefully see you." He said, voice soft.

"Ah," I said. "Yet, we're here now?"

"That we are," he said. "I mean, Josh wants to have a heater installed in it, I'm not paying, but if he will. We can do it, but it'll have to be a warm day, or I'm putting my foot down, Snowflake. Don't want you turning blue again." He looked dead serious.

I nodded slowly.

"But, the weather forecast for tomorrow looks even better than today, so."

"Are you saying, I should come swim tomorrow?" I asked him.

He smiled the most flirtatious smile I'd ever seen on his mouth before. "Yes," he said with a big grin.

"Do you deserve that?" I countered.

He looked fake affronted, judging by the gleam in his eye. "What are you implying?" he asked me.

I smiled. "You look like you've just won the lottery."

"I get to see you in a bikini again," he said with a shrug. "Also, please bring warm clothes. The weather might be good, but it'll still be cold. And if you turn blue, I want the right to say we leave the pool."

"Fair," I said. "Will you be home alone?"

He sighed. "No," he said. "Can't kick them out all the time. Would you mind if they were in the pool, too?" he asked me. "I mean, once we go inside, I have a room, and we can go for that walk you suggested."

Not what I'd dreamed of, but dreaming of a pool in late November was also crazy. "It's fair," I said. "Maybe I should've come up with something more realistic than a pool day in end-November."

He snorted. "Now you said it," he said and got to his feet. He reached for my hands, and I placed my hands in his, letting him pull me to my feet.

His hands were oddly calloused, nothing crazy, just more than I anticipated, but he was so warm, and he let me go once I stood.

I would probably also cave easier, once cold, so that he could sit close with his arm around me. And right now, that didn't sound so bad after all. Which was a weird feeling, but it was true, nonetheless.