Deidra's P.O.V.
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"God, I fu.cking miss you," Brixton said through the phone, his voice low and husky.
"I miss you too," I replied, biting my lip shyly.
God, he makes me feel so damn good. Like I'm filled with butterflies and happiness from head to toe. I've never smiled this much in my whole life. Not like I do when Brixton's nearby, or talking to me over the phone, apparently.
"You guys stopped at a motel for the night?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "I just put Waylen to sleep in our bed and stepped out to call you. He misses you too."
"And I miss him so much."
"So much huh?" Brix grumbled. "I didn't get a so much."
I laughed at him, what I hope to god was a se.xy laugh.
"Don't worry, baby," I said with a low tone. "I'll show you just how much I miss
