Annabeth POV

I don't know what made me do it.

Maybe it was the way his obsidian hair looked when it was dripping and slicked back off his forehead. Maybe the way the water from the hot tub trailed down his chest, in a slow, taunting fashion. Or maybe the way my heart swelled when he uttered words of condolence that I haven't heard in years.

I was fully aware of the fact that my Whitney was probably spying on us, or the fact that my mom was probably ready to deal cards, but my mind was clouded with the way Percy's sea green eyes pierced my own; the way they seemed to divulge all my secrets with one stare.

I want to know everything about this man.

My forehead rested on his, and I shut my eyes. His hands were slowly running up and down my waist, dropping dangerously low at times, giving me goosebumps despite the hot water. Deciding to live up to my bold statements of no barrier between us, I crashed my lips to his own once again.

My hands settled on his shoulders, reaching around to grab his hair and pull him to me, while his hands couldn't seem to find a place to rest.

While our lips danced a ferocious dance and our kisses showed our desperation, his big hands that have always felt like home went from tightly gripping my waist, to tugging on my curls, to cupping my ass and grabbing my thighs that still straddled him.

"Percy," I briefly lifted my lips away from his own to moan his name.

He responded my reaching one hand up to the back of my wet, probably messy, curly mane and pushed my face back to his own. He claimed my lips once again, and I came to the conclusion that kissing Percy was addicting, and starting was dangerous because pulling away would be impossible. Percy's tongue played with my own, as his plump lips caressed mine.

For a split second, I wondered how many lucky girls have had the chance to kiss this Greek god, but the thought was quickly forgotten as his hand cupped my cheek, and tucked a stand of hair away from my forehead.

After what could have been two minutes or maybe two hours, he pulled away, and I found myself missing the warmth of his body as I slid off of his lap, noticing the bulge where I was just sitting, and smirking slightly to myself.

He let out a huge breath, and leaned his head back, and I attempted to readjust my bathing suit to make sure everything was properly covered.

"Angel," he spoke softly.

My eyes remained locked on him, but his head was leaning up and he was staring at the stars.

"I know I'm speaking on the euphoria of the kiss, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the chance to know. Your soul sparkles and your wisdom is beyond it's years."

He stopped and my heart swelled to a size I couldn't even imagine. I had butterflies beating against my chest. My pulse was racing.

It has only been a couple of days, yet a word that started with the letter L was making whispers in the back of my subconscious.

Finally his head came down and he made eye contact with me. The hungry look in his eye had somewhat calmed down, and was replaced by a softer, more affectionate stare.

"No barriers. You are my girlfriend."

I let out a small giggle and moved back to where our legs could rest against one another.

"You know I've only had one boyfriend before?" I grabbed my glass of wine and threw my legs over his lap and rested them there. His hands settled under the water on my quad, right above my knee, tracing circles.

He let out what sounded like a scoff, "I would have never guessed it. I pin you to be the 'dates the star football player' in high school type of girl."

Now it was my turn to scoff. "Not even close. But I do peg YOU," I poked my index finger into his chest, "to be the heartbreaker."

He swiftly grabbed my finger and held my hand in his own. Once again I laughed at his goofy antics.

"I must admit. Young Percy had some bad habits."

The mood seemed to shift to be somber. I remained quiet in hopes to urge him to continue. I wanted to read deeper into the book titled "Percy Jackson" that has been closed for so long.

He took a deep breath before continuing. "My dad was the best skier I've ever seen. When he was on the mountain, it was like he transformed into a god. He made every turn his bitch, and was constantly surpassing limits. He shaped me into the skier I am."

I held his hand in my two smaller ones, stroking his skin with my thumb.

Percy started talking faster and more frantically, "It only seems fitting that he died doing something he loved. My mom always told him he was going to kill himself, and once he actually did, all of her hatred for the spot was projected on to me. And I know that she just wants to keep her oldest son and only memory of my dad alive, but I have to win a gold medal for him. I have to keep skiing. I have to Annabeth, I just have to win for him."

I gave him a second, thinking he was done talking, but he kept going, despite the way his voice would crack and his eyes brimmed with tears, the first sign of weakness that I have seen from a man who I thought was unshakable.

"When my mom and her new husband moved to New York, I was only 16, but I stayed in Aspen alone, so I could continue training with Grover. I turned to things that were toxic to my mind, body and progress on the slope. Then about a year or two ago, I realized that I was never going to actually win at the X-Games or maybe even qualify for the Olympics if I didn't cut the shit. So, long story short, I was a heartbreaker for a little." He cleared his throat and came back to reality.

He shifted slightly in the hot tub, and tried to pull his hand out of mine, but I held on even tighter.

I spoke softly, "I already told you, I am going to help you bounce back, and we are going to win a gold medal."

Instead of these words feeling like an empty promise that didn't have any backing, I spoke with conviction and courage. The statement had a deeper meaning; I am not leaving after this week.

He reached his hands, that started to get wrinkly from being in the water for so long, up to cup my cheeks, and gently tilted my head down, so he could set his lips on my forehead, in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"Let's do it angel," he said. Then, as if the suffocating seriousness of the past hour was too much, he added, "I'm ready to go hand your brothers their asses in a game of poker, let's go change."

I laughed and lifted myself out of the steaming water, fully aware of the way Percy's eyes ran up and down my body as I did so. He didn't even try to hide his wandering stare.

Author's Note: I AM SO SORRY. Almost a year later lol. Sorry guys life caught up to me, but I am back and better than ever. I realized how much I hate unfinished stories, so I will work to finish this for all of you! Things have been so busy with college applications and senior year, but I will work on dedicating time to write (not just application essays).

Like always, sorry for any typos or grammatical errors.

Enjoy!