~Hermes~

First, she kiss me without permission. Now she's fucking disobeying me.

My fingers tighten on the book’s edge again before I lay it aside.

I should have shoved her off the moment she leaned in at my office, the moment her mouth brushed mine. My skin always crawls when someone tries to touch me there — I wipe, scrub, anything to erase it, and yet… I didn’t this time.

I have a good reason thankfully. She gave me the perfect reason when she blurted out earlier:

"I only did ...