☆Isaac's P.O.V☆

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Deacon, I decided, wanted to die.

There was no other logical explanation for the way that he had woken me up, on our day off no less, at seven a.m just because he wanted to kiss me.

"Are you fucking serious?" I groaned, blinking up at him through blurry eyes. "Are you actually, for really real serious?"

"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep," Deacon murmured softly. He was lying on his side, arm folded beneath his head, his stupid freaking eyes drinking me in. "So I figured that there was no point being awake and bored by myself."

I hit him. Right in his...