~Hermes~
I sigh in relief when I see she’s not at her desk.
Maybe she’s done cleaning the mess in my office.
Good. I can avoid looking at her. I don't need to remind myself what I just did to her imaginary self.
I slip inside, heading straight to the bathroom, then scrub my hands like I’m erasing evidence.
I sit down, try to breathe. I can handle this.
I can definitely handle seeing her.
My gaze drifts up, and through the open blinds, our eyes meet.
Fuck.
I can’t handle this. I shoot to my feet and drag the blinds closed, pulling a breath through my teeth.
I can’t look at her face, so I bury myself in work.
I scroll through my schedule.
Great—Checkers is supposed to be here any minute, hopefully with good news.
As I skim the next appointment, my phone lights up.
Checkers: Hi
