Deidra's P.O.V.
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Oh god, this isn't fair. Jinx shouldn't look that good this early in the morning. Why does seeing him in his cut suddenly make him look hotter? And his hair is down, hanging down to his shoulders. Waylen's is up, so why isn't his? Why's he got it down? Is it because I pulled his hair tie out last night?
My face flamed at the memory of the sound he made when I tugged on those golden locks.
"Mornin' Tulip," Jinx greeted me as I stood in my doorway in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and an overly sized T-shirt.
"Mornin' Dra," Waylen said, standing beside his father, looking like a mini-version of the man, holding a large pink box in his arms. "Don't mind Dad and his stupid nicknames," he added, rolling his eyes. His attitude made me snort.
