#Chapter70
/"Do you think that if a girl fell into that water and she was on her period, it would set off a shark frenzy?/" I asked tiredly, pointing at the half-dressed bimbo that was shrieking like a banshee on the telly. She was on a boat, stranded in the middle of the sea and rather than shut the fuck up and do something logical, like helping the other person that had fallen into the water, the dumb bitch just screamed.
Sat between Deacon's legs and cuddled into his chest, the soft blanket—which was surprisingly warm and super fluffy— was wrapped around me. Freddy was being used as a murderous little stress ball, being squeezed and twisted in my right hand. Sitting here, even I couldn't deny the peaceful atmosphere that settled over the room.
/"Your mind,/" Deacon whispered, running soft circles in the palm of my free hand with the tip of his index finger, /"Is truly a strange place./"
