A man’s face loomed over hers. He reminded her of sunshine with his golden curls and bronzed skin, but it was his eyes she liked the most. They were gold and brimming with curiosity. “You’re a god,” she said, surprised. He smiled, showing a set of dimples on either side of his face. “I am.” “You’re not Hades.” “No.” He looked amused. “I am Hermes.”
