Chapter 88. Do We Fvck Other People?

Hermes POV

First, she kissed 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 that to save your life.”

That was why my body didn’t react. It was an emergency move. Anyone would have done it and gotten the same reaction from me.

It was because of the mustard jam, and she saw it before I did, and she knew, somehow, that if it got near my mouth, it could drop me.

She licked it off without thinking, and saved me before I could even reach for the napkin.

And now here she is, standing at the foot of my bed, dress falling back