June

It takes me an hour and thirty minutes to walk to Hermes's VIP room, not because it's far, but because I'm standing still close to the door.

I pray he's asleep. My chest tightens at the thought of facing him awake—I still don't know how to answer the questions I know he's going to ask.

He remembers the one-night stand. That changes everything. But… did he love that version of me, or some other version? My stomach twists.

I sigh, glaring at the bodyguards who immediately fix me ...