Deacon’s POV
I have fought countless battles, fought against numerous impossible odds, and stared death in the face without flinching, but seeing Elena striding toward me with grace and a huge smile on her lips while wearing her casual clothes brought me to oblivion, and I found myself momentarily stunned.
It’s the first time I see her in a dress with her hair without a tie, and it’s like the sunlight shone on her as if she were the only beautiful thing in this world.
Her soft hair flowed with the wind, her eyes looked at me, and she gleamed with quiet confidence.
For the first time, I realised just how breathtakingly beautiful she was—every second longer I stared at her, it made her even more beautiful.
“We need to talk,” I uttered nonchalantly, trying to hide my obvious dumbfoundedn
