Chapter 79. It Feels Wrong

Hermes POV

The first thing I register when I open my eyes is heat– her body. It’s soft, warm, and fucking close.

June’s curled into me, lips parted, breathing without a fear in the world.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, dragging a hand over my face. My body’s loose, heavy, and the aftershock of release is still crawling through my veins.

I was comfortable, way too fucking comfortable.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” My mouth release a quiet scoff, as I remember that It’s been months since I left Australia, and not once have I slept like this—deep, unguarded, like some fool who doesn’t know better, and all it took was her.

My eyes linger on her small face. She looks young and naive like this, peaceful at most. She looks like a lie, unreal. My hand hovers over her hair, ready to push the strands out of her eyes, but I stop myself, my fingers curling into a fist.

No. No. What the fuck am I doing?

Slowly, I shift from the bed, care