~Hermes~

"I'm sorry," she whispers, eyes dropping like a curtain falling.

My breath drags in—too loud, and sharp. I turn away, straight to Charlotte, who’s wearing that goddamn disappointed look.

This isn’t what it looks like.

I just need June out of the office, out of my airspace, and most especially out of my reach.

But how do I explain that? That her perfume makes my chest tight? And that I’m ten seconds away from doing something regrettable every time she's in my space.

I ...