“Evening sir,” said Joey. “What can I get for you?”“Jameson’s or something else Irish with a splash of soda, if you don’t mind.”“Not...a problem.” And Joey went about his business.I glanced at him in the mirror behind the bar and was horrified. The Jameson didn’t recognize me yet. Please don’t recognize me, I prayed. “Erin?”Fuck.“Erin Sindler?”“Oh,” I definitely didn’t slur, “Scott!” And then… I can’t explain it. I jumped from my barstool and wrapped my arms around a man I haven’t seen since high. I think he would have left you alone.''That would've been no fun, my little hero,' she said and pinched Heracles' firm bottom. 'Why didn't you tell him?''I-I thought he'd recognise me, to be honest,' Heracles frowned.'Aww, poor you.'Heracles stroked his chin.'Maybe I should go back to wearing the lion pelt,' he mused.'Nope,' said Deianira.'But people recognise it, it's like a trademark.''It stinks of wet cat, also the blood of your enemies, it's gross is what I'm saying.'Heracles shrugged. I’d never imagine her checking me out like that. "Maybe the glasses make me instantly look like a nerd," I added, and she chuckled.We were at the balcony of Marcus' apartment, leaning on the parapet, shoulder to shoulder. We had never talked like that, just the two of us, privately. We talked some other times, like when I gave her a ride to a party, or through messages on the phone, but never like this, never so intimately. The other guys were all so drunk that they fell asleep, except for. .” his fingers touched her lips, “ we have plenty of time to explore that “ he said “ now you are awake I want to do a bit of my own exploration......stay as you are”.His body hovered over hers, pulled her hair to one side, exposed her neck. Fingers feeling her skin, slowly replaced by his tongue & lips, kissing her biting her gently, she could feel his cock growing against her arse. Mouth moving to her shoulders, taking her inch by inch, consuming her, making her body feel alive, on edge,.