"Do you want to get our terms and stuff out of the way now?" Deacon whispered. I flinched when he reached towards my face. His hand froze at the movement, dropping.

"Sorry. I can be overly affectionate sometimes and I know that you're not used to that. If it ever gets too much for you or you don't like something I do, just let me know, okay?"

He was apologizing for that? He really was an odd creature.

"Just wasn't expecting you to do it, was all," I grumbled, struggling to sit up. If not for waking up like a little crying bitch, I found myself wondering how I would...