#Chapter102
Casting a quick recon around the room, Deacon scowled, but the look dissolved beneath the tiny smile that stamped out curl of its lips, moulding them to a new shape. Setting his mug down, checking behind him to see how close the nearest person was, he shrugged. /"I was drunk too, remember. I mean, if we were both sober, I would have at least made you brush your teeth first./"
/"I wouldn't have done it sober because — /"
/"You're not gay,/" Deacon finished for me with a cute grin. /"I know./"
