#Chapter10
None of them were from Delilah.
/"How mad is she?/"
/"Huh?/"
/"You're frowning./" He'd disappeared off into the kitchen, and returned with a glass of water. With a stride so graceful that he appeared to float, he made his way over to me. Setting the glass down on the floor next to where I'd dropped, he perched on the edge of the couch. /"And you said earlier that you had a girlfriend. How mad is she?/"
/"Liar,/" Deacon accused with a tiny smile. /"Your nose goes funny when you lie./"
My hand automatically shot up to my nose before I glared at him. How the hell would he even know that? He didn't even know me! /"Go away./"
Throwing me a look that seemed to say, 'are you fucking serious?' a hand was waved around the room in a grand sweep. /"Go where? I live here./"
