Deidra's P.O.V.
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After an intense staring competition — that I won, by the way - Brixton demanded I get dressed again. This time, he left the bedroom and I did what he wanted. I threw on a pair of tight dark jeans and the se.xiest shirt I brought. Or own, for that matter. It's skin-tight, love sleeved, and has a very deep neckline. It was what I thought was elegant-se.xy. Emma agreed. This was actually the outfit we picked the first night I went over there for dinner, but went with the dress instead.
I went to the bathroom to wash my face and tame my hair. I dried my face and looked at my reflection. For a moment, I wondered if it was best to just put my hair up in a clip. Then I noticed the dark spots across my neck and my eyes went wide.
"Brixton! You f
