The stars were especially beautiful that evening, crafted with perfection and skill by Astraeus. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought Hermes asked the god of the stars to make the skies as alluring as possible for your date.

Plucking a strawberry out of the basket Hermes had brought, you looked over to him. The moon seemed to cast an ethereal glow over his figure, more ethereal than his usual glow. He had done so much work to create the perfect evening for you both, and though you appreciated it deeply…

You couldn’t help but wonder if this wasn’t the first time he’d done this. After all, Hermes had been around longer than you, his experience with romance was probably just as thorough.

The god himself decided to break the silence, as his eyes shifted over to you in the glowing star light. He seemed to study you for a moment, a short but powerful moment, before his soft voice broke through the silence. “Once I told you I kissed a thousand women… it was a lie. I’ve only kissed two or three hundred!”

Hermes paused, tilting his head curiously, “How many men have you kissed?” You looked back at him, lowering the strawberry from your mouth with the most honest answer possible leaving your lips, “Very few.”

His eyes seemed to light up with hope, or some kind of fascination, “But you offered me a kiss.” Hermes scooted a fraction closer, voice soft. “Why?”