Poseidon

Trident

My teeth were clattering, and the heater wrapped around me was only doing so much. The warm water also only did that much, but together it had a little effect.

Poe kissed my cheek and held me tighter. "What were you thinking, going to the beach today?" he whispered in my ear.

I opened my eyes and turned my face so I could press my cold face to his neck.

He shivered at the touch.

"I dreamed, I think I passed out," I admitted.

He shifted his hand to cover a different area of my arm. "You did pass out." He grunted.

"I dreamt I met Poseidon, you know, Greek God and all," I muttered and shivered into him.

Poe sighed. "What did you dream about him?" he asked me.

"You're not even freaked out?" I asked him and then remembered with a shiver, that he believed in them.

"He is God of the Sea, so it makes sense you'd dream about him," Poe muttered into my hair.

I leaned further into him. "Where's Josh?" I whispered.

"Somewhere not in here," Poe grunted. "First of all, why the even fuck were you at the beach in this weather?"

"That was only the first one," I whispered and tried to think beyond the unthinkable cold I felt.

Poe sighed. "How did he find you? Why did he push you under?"

I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. The water was on my arms, which was nice, and he helped me shift so I was wrapped around him, feeling his warm body on all sides of me. His arms were wrapped around me, holding me close.

"I can't tell you," I whispered. "And he was just there as if he'd been spying on me." I wanted to cry. Fuck it was stupid of me to even go there when I knew Josh was the world's biggest creep.

"Why not, Snowflake?" he asked me.

Someone else had called me Snowflake.

I pulled back slightly until I could see his face.

His blue eyes met mine, and despite the chill I knew I'd feel, I scooted back. My body was covered in goosebumps, and this was most likely due to the cold, but he reminded me of Poseidon.

Whom I'd met when I was too cold to not pass out and under water. And the woman with the fishy, somewhat, feel to her. And I knew I hadn't dreamed that.

"Who are you?" I whispered softly.

Poe's shoulders fell.

"Please," I whispered. If he knew what I was talking about, he'd fooled me.

He ran his fingers through his wet hair, and when his hand dropped, his features had somewhat changed. The blue eyes were almost the same, the shape a little different, his lashes a tad longer, he still had the same blond-ish-curly-ish hair, but his chest was more chiseled. Yes, he'd taken off his shirt once we got into the shower. The same amount of chest hair.

The line of his jaw was slightly different, the stubbles the same.

His hands and arms were the same, which was nice to see.