Campbell StevensI can’t believe I agreed to this. Now, I’m freaking out. I sit on my bed, taking deep breaths. I can do this. I need to pull myself together and stop being such a freak.
I’m in no danger. Deacon will not hurt me. I can decide what to do and when to do it. I can be happy. Normal people go on dates every day. I got this.
My head shoots up when I hear someone knock on our entry door. Oh s**t. I hear Claire talking to Deacon in her friendly voice.
I can do this.
I repeat this affirmation in my head as I head to the living room. For good measure, I plaster a smile on my face. I feel like an i***t.
Deacon simply stands there, looking completely edible in his flawlessly hanging jeans and black T-shirt that clings just right to his tanned, muscular biceps. If a man can be call
