Deidra's P.O.V.
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"You okay, Wisteria?" Brixton asked me once we were inside his bedroom. Alone. "You been quiet since I put Waylen to bed. Birdie didn't say anything weird to you, did she?"
I looked at him for a moment. We were in his room now. Brix was leaning against the dresser in the corner of the room. His eyes were on me, waiting for me to respond as he crossed his arms over his massive chest. Who even gave him permission to look that good in his cut? The other guys don't look half as good as Brixton does. Is that because I have feelings for him? I did always think that he was so hot, but such an a.ss.
And apparently, I've had it so wrong all this time.
"Thorn?" Brix said expectantly when all I did was stare at him.
I couldn't exactly say no, beca
