#Chapter55
/"Do you want to get our terms and stuff out of the way now?/" Deacon whispered. I flinched when he reached towards my face. His hand froze at the movement, dropping.
/"Sorry. I can be overly affectionate sometimes and I know that you're not used to that. If it ever gets too much for you or you don't like something I do, just let me know, okay?/"
He was apologizing for that? He really was an odd creature.
/"Just wasn't expecting you to do it, was all,/" I grumbled, struggling to sit up. If not for waking up like a little crying bitch, I found myself wondering how I would have reacted to waking up face to face with the handsome moron, the taste of his love still fresh on my tongue and the burn of his fingertips still blemishing my flesh.
Would I have been quite so calm? Would I have hated myself the way I had yesterday, or would I have felt the anger I seemed to have lack?
