The Day After the Underwater Kiss

Percy POV

I woke up to the sound of waves crashing, but what woke me up was that wave crashing down on me. I was more grateful than ever for my uncanny ability to stay dry. However, when I looked over at Annabeth lying next to me in the sand, drenched and shivering, coughing up seawater, and glaring at me, I was sad that she didn't have the same power. She sat up and hugged her legs to her chest, pulling her damp, blonde curls into a ponytail. She hadn't even brushed it, and sand covered some strands, but it was still the most beautiful hair I had ever seen.

"P-Percy—" she stammered, shaking from the cold.

"Um... yes?" I answered, trying to sound casual.

"W-why didn't we go..." she began, teeth chattering. "Higher up the beach?" Gods. Why didn't we? Suddenly, I recalled the conversation the night before.

"This was your idea, remember?" I smiled crookedly. She stared at me blankly.

"Well I kn-know nothing about the tide, I thought you would!" Annabeth complained.
I know nothing? I should have recorded that. She's never going to say it again.

"I do, I can control it, Wise Girl," I reassured her, looking like the smart one for once. It wasn't going to last, though.

"Then why didn't you?" She demanded, her eyes narrowing.

"I was, er, asleep," Annabeth gave me a 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me' look. Then she surprised me.

"It's okay," Annabeth decided. "At least you're dry."

"Yeah, I gue—" I was interrupted by her lips on mine. My brain went with the retreating tide.

She scooted closer to me, still shaking. Her wet hands wrapped around my neck, the water falling from her fingertips and evaporating when they touched my skin. I could already tell that this was going to be the greatest two weeks of my life.