June

After making Hermes come undone in my hands and mouth, we slid down to the tiled floor together, backs against the fogged shower glass. My pulse was still thrumming, his breath still uneven. My head rested on his shoulder as he absentmindedly caressed my arm, his fingers warm, slow, almost… tender.

I exhaled softly, letting the quiet settle.

"You're remembering things, Hermes."

I smiled to myself. "I'm glad."

He turned his head toward me, eyes narrowing like he was trying to puzzle ...