Deidra's P.O.V.
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"I..." I trailed off, staring into Brixton's eyes.
"I don't ever want you to regret anything with me, Zinnia," he added softly.
"I-I don't," I blurted. "At all..."
"You might tomorrow," he said. "You might wake up and freak out."
"I'm not that drunk, Brixton," I replied with a frown.
"That doesn't mean we didn't get caught up," he mumbled.
"I didn't get caught up either," I argued. He gave me a look that completely called me out on my bullsh.it. "Okay, maybe a little, but... I knew what I was doing, Brixton. I wanted it. I wanted you bare. I wanted something from you that no one else has ever had. I wanted to give you something that no one has ever had from me. Telling you to cu.m in me was the most impulsive thing I did tonight, and
