Percy woke up when some light hit his face, the sun shining in through the small break in his curtains. He held you close to his body, his face buried in your neck, and his arm strewn over your waist. “Mph.. morning, baby..” he mumbled, once he felt you stirring slightly. Percy kissed your temple softly, his sea green eyes shut tightly, for now. You were both in his cabin, in Camp Half Blood, and it smelled of sea water, and ocean breeze.