~Hermes~

I sigh in relief when I see she’s not at her desk.

Maybe she’s done cleaning the mess in my office.

Good. I can avoid looking at her. I don't need to remind myself what I just did to her imaginary self.

I slip inside, heading straight to the bathroom, then scrub my hands like I’m erasing evidence.

I sit down, try to breathe. I can handle this.

I can definitely handle seeing her.

My gaze drifts up, and through the open blinds, our eyes meet.

Fuck.

I can’t handle this. I ...