June

My eyes widen the moment I hear Hermes speak.

The words echo inside me like a bell struck too hard.

After our one-night stand.

The one-night stand.

He remembers the beginning.

He remembers how we met.

Excitedly, I shoot to my feet, ignoring the ache in my wrist—the same wrist I bruised when I accidentally slammed it against Hermes's room window earlier.

"Hermes, what did you just say?" I ask, chest heaving. It's too good to be true. It's working. Our plan is actually working. He's ...