~Hermes~

Fuck.

She came in today. I thought she was sick. Should she even be here?

My eyes hurt. Consequences of spending the whole damn night between two girls — trying to fuck June out of my system.

My body? Satisfied. A wrecked kind of satisfaction, but my mind? Still filled with her.

She’s still in my bloodstream. It's my third failed test.

And now she’s looking at me like I’m the weirdo.

It’s your fault, dammit.

"G-Good morning, Mr. Grande," she says softly. As though I ...