LIANA'S POV I woke sometime past midnight, still wrapped in Hermes's arms, though something about the way he held me felt different now, careful, distant, a kind of controlled restraint I could feel in every inch of space he kept deliberately between us despite how close our bodies actually were.I tried shifting, testing whether I could slip free without waking him.His arm tightened, heavy and immovable, holding me exactly in place.He stirred anyway, voice rough with sleep. "You want to leave."It wasn't a question."I need the bathroom," I said, which was partly true.He released me without argument, and I slid off the bed, making my way into the ensuite, closing the door softly behind me before the tears finally broke free.I sat on the edge of the tub, pressing both hands against my face, humiliated and hollow all at once. I'd kissed him. I'd thrown myself at him hoping to fix everything in one desperate, reckless gesture, and all I'd gotten in return was this, careful distance
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