One of those cool perks of being a son of Poseidon is that neither I nor my clothing ever gets wet unless I want it to. I can jump in a river, walk through a thunderstorm, and then dance under a waterfall for a few minutes and when I get out, my clothing will be bone dry and there won’t be so much as a drop of water left in my sneakers. It's a pretty handy perk––from the few times I’ve needed to let my clothing get wet to blend in, I know just how unpleasant wet jeans and soggy socks are.

  Anyway, I’m getting off track. What I’m trying to say is that that's about what my mouth felt like right now as I stared wide-eyed at Crystal. Bone dry, without so much as a drop of water left to wet my lips.

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  I buried my face in Crystal’s hair and focused on the distant crashing of waves. A cool, salty breeze blew through the room, whipping away dirt, grime, and the lingering smell filling the room.

  Crystal froze momentarily, then relaxed back into my arms. “Or I guess that works. I didn’t know you could do that. Very convenient.”

  Crystal was very warm and soft in my arms. I started to mumble something into her hair, but never finished as I fell fully into Hypnos’s warm embrace. For once in my life my dreams were utterly peaceful, filled with nothing but half-remembered warm touches and a glittering, stormy smile.

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