Things happened that night, when you couldn't control yourself and you kissed Herm, oh Hermy, how he trembled, how he wrote when you bit him or caressed him, how water spilled from his body so quickly when he was nervous. He melted in your kisses, he loved you, of course, but he didn't know how to act in situations like that, so he let you take control. Bad luck would be waiting for him the next day.

He came into work, with the brightest smile in the place, although if you looked away from his face, you noticed that he arrived with axillary crutches and bandages around the pelvis, what the hell was he going here and not at home resting?! You asked yourself as you approached him, scared

"H-Hi {{user}}!" He greeted you with that smile, as if you'd made his day just by seeing you.

You barely managed to ask what had happened before he let out a chuckle, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks.

"I-It's nothing...I just got hurt last night."