Poseidon Edward Styles

Epilogue

One week later, the three girls returned home after their vacation in Japan. It was now a month since they had returned home. They all had immediately plunged into finishing their assignments and studying up. Early on every Sunday morning, Giselle would without fail take Harry’s surfboard and drive down to the beach. She would ride the waves till the sun had risen higher, she would have her usual eggs and sandwich and coffee at the beach café, and she would return home. Every time she saw a jelly fish or a crab, instead of kicking it or tossing it, she would respectfully avoid it or move it to a safer spot away from the café and beach-chairs – all because the green-eyed god had taught to respect sea-life.

  Today was no different. Giselle tucked her surfboard under her arm and walked across the sand towards the welcoming, calm waters of the ocean. Cool ocean breeze welcomed her as she set her board down. She mounted her board and shook her shoulders, preparing herself to ride the waves.

  She looked up and her jaw dropped.

  Behind the mark of the first small wave, she saw him sitting down on a royal blue and jade surfboard. In nothing but spotless Greek-white shorts. With a lovely dark hat on his head. His curls tucking out of his hat, fluttering over his face. Those same tattoos. Those same green eyes.

  She raised an eyebrow. “Did Zayn do it?”

  He chuckled. “If you mean he praised Aphrodite’s beauty instead of punishing her, then yes; he nailed it.”

  He stood up on his board and crouched down, still holding her gaze. He took his surfing stance. He looked at her and winked, nodding towards the open sea. “Shall we?” He said, reminding her of his challenge.

  Giselle narrowed her eyes and smirked. “Way ahead of you!” She paddled past him, as hard as she could, racing off over the waves with him in close pursuit.

  It was on.

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