#Chapter23-05
Casting a quick recon around the room, Deacon scowled, but the look dissolved beneath the tiny smile that stamped out curl of its lips, moulding them to a new shape. Setting his mug down, checking behind him to see how close the nearest person was, he shrugged. "I was drunk too, remember. I mean, if we were both sober, I would have at least made you brush your teeth first."
"I wouldn't have done it sober because — "
"You're not gay," Deacon finished for me with a cute grin. "I know."
"Why would you do all that? Go out of your way to care for somebody like that?" It had been something else that had been bothering me. I wasn't so blind that I couldn't see how I had presented myself to him: rude and harsh. If he'd left his phone at my place and came at me with the attitude I
