#Chapter133
Epilogue03
Isaac's P.O.V
Deacon, I decided, wanted to die.
There was no other logical explanation for the way that he had woken me up, on our day off no less, at seven a.m just because he wanted to kiss me.
/"Are you fucking serious?/" I groaned, blinking up at him through blurry eyes. /"Are you actually, for really real serious?/"
/"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep,/" Deacon murmured softly. He was lying on his side, arm folded beneath his head, his stupid freaking eyes drinking me in. /"So I figured that there was no point being awake and bored by myself./"
I hit him. Right in his stupid fucking face. With a pillow.
He laughed.
He had the nerve to fucking laugh at me, the prick! He wrestled the pillow out of my hands, pinning my wrists above my head. /"If I say that I'm so sorry, will you believe me?/"
/"No,/" I growled, glaring up at him. /"You're fucking nasty, Deek./"
